𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔫 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠

"𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔦'𝔪 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫, 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔟𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔢. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫, 𝔰𝔬 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔫 ℑ 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯?"

“𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔩, ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢, 𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔣 𝔞 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔰.”

- 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥. (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕). 'the village’.

“𝔦 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯. 𝔦 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯. 𝔦 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔬. 𝔦 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔊𝔬𝔡, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔶.”

"𝔦 𝔞𝔪 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡"

"ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔶 𝔊𝔬𝔡. ℑ 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱."

"𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶

𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔦 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢."

"𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔞 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔨𝔢𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯."

"𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤

𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱, 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔟

𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔬

𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢"

“𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔴 𝔍𝔢𝔰𝔲𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡, 𝔞 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔦𝔪 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫."