𝚂𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒... Extrait: 𝗜𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮, 𝘂𝗻 𝗼𝗽𝗲́𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗲, 𝗔𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗮𝗿 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗸, 𝗘𝗱. 𝗘𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀)ㅤ

 

ㅤㅤ𝚂𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎̂𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚕 𝚜’𝚎́𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚎́𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚌 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚍’𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊̂𝚖𝚎. 𝙴𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎́, 𝚒𝚕 𝚕’𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚞𝚡 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚌 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙳𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚎̀𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝚎́𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚒𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊̀ 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚍’𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚒 𝚊̀ 𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚎̂𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎̀𝚖𝚎 𝚎́𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎.

— 𝚃𝚞 𝚟𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍, 𝚕𝚞𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚝-𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚒.

ㅤ𝙻𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚡 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚎́𝚎, 𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚊 :

— 𝙹𝚎 𝚝’𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝙸𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚓𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚒 𝚜’𝚒𝚕 𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚝.

— 𝙹𝚎 𝚝’𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚒 𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒. 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎̀𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚞 𝚗’𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌̧𝚊, 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚝-𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎́𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚌 𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚎́𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍’𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.