He was a good looking guy, one who was very much attentive towards his hairstyle cause he believed in the motto ‘First impression is the last impression.’ He loved staying in the limelight and may be that’s why he scored pretty well after putting determined efforts and was renowned as one of the nerds. But the truth was he was never a nerd, he was a poet, a mischievous one, who used to tease girls at school. Girls who were attractive (especially those who were egoist) were the usual victims of his sarcastic poetry. May be that’s why his group was limited to only seven lads who were dedicated towards their goals of lives.
She was a financially middle class student, a daughter raised with values, pride of her parents. She used to wear Hijaab (veil) because she was beautiful or she looked beautiful because she used to wear Hijab was a mystery for everyone including herself. Undoubtedly a book worm. She wouldn’t even care to look who is sitting next and hence according to his definition she was an egoist.
Coincidentally their seats were allotted parallely. On the very first day of the junior high school (10+2 in India) their eyes met and they were drenched in the showers of love. She was bit shy and hence there was no scope that she would have spoken to him first. Although he was dashing, he hesitated in talking to her considering the fact about his mischievous behavior she may avoid talking to him.
The year was gone with the wind and they both passed with good grades. Destiny played her role again and both were admitted in the same college for different streams. He used to behave as if he was her watchful protector and would take care of her like a silent guardian. In the annual college gathering he dedicated a poem to her without taking her name. He called her the Known Stranger. She liked it so much and surprisingly he won the first prize too!! Their love was an untold truth to them. But they never uttered a single word to each other, never talked sweet nothings of love or even expressed it openly. They were happy with the silent love which was blossoming day by day.
Meanwhile they both graduated. He went to Pune to pursue his MCA and eventually became a Security Analyst. He got to know that she was gonna pursue her Masters in Biotechnology but she disappeared in thin air, God knows where. He had thought of proposing her once he had settled down in his career but she was unreachable for everyone.
And now in this strange world of possibilities he is searching for “The Known Stranger”. Lets hope he meets her ЁЯЩВ
ishk
It Hurts when you say Goodbye.
Why didn’t you thought about this earlier? I had already told you about our marriage concept on very first day, right?
What is wrong? Why can’t you just sit with me and tell me what is bothering you? Is it what I feel what it may be?
Why have you taken this decision at this moment? Why after we have walked together for such a long and when there is no looking back?
Have you at least thought it for once that what impact it may cause on my heart?
I Love You So Much, Please Come Back!!
What was the use of the secrets we shared, the promises we made, the time we spent, the dreams which we had together, the care we had for each other? At least I cared for you and will always do.
What should I do about that? Our first date? Our first kiss? Our fist fight? How can you forget all these? Can you ever forget when for the first time you cuddled me and promised to never leave me?
I was happy with my heart lost. What should I do with it when you will return it back to me ? Cause I always believed and still do that my heart belongs to you. Only you.
Just because our religions are different, our parents won’t allow us to marry? Does that mean we can stop loving each other?
I know that our parent have done a lot for us and we can never ever hurt them but I am definitely not afraid of this society. It really never meant anything to me. What mattered to me was my Family and now You too!!
Just for once close your eyes and say that you never loved me, not even once? You never felt anything for me? You never ever missed me? And now you don’t even want to talk to me just because your parents said not to?
Can you ever avoid me? Can you ever see in my eyes and say directly that whatever we had in between us was a lie?
Ask your own heart and if answer of any of the questions is against our love then I will never bother you again and will never come in your way. Yes I will leave you forever although not by choice but by force.
You know what, “It hurts when you say Goodbye.”
You have made me that person to whom his beloved after piercing a knife in heart asks, “does it hurt sweetheart?” and I have to say, “No Darling not at all.”
You have made me that person who has to say,
рдирд╛ рдЭрд┐рдиреНрджрдЧреА рдореЗ рдЦреБрд╢реА рд╣реИ, рдирд╛ рдореМрдд рд╣рдореЗ рдмреБрд▓рд╛рддреА рд╣реИ.
рдЭрд╣рд░ рд╣реЛ рдЪреБрдХрд╛ рд╣реИ рджрд┐рд▓, рдЕрдм рддреЛ рд╕рд╛рдВрд╕реЗ рднреА рд╣рдореЗ рд╕рддрд╛рддреА рд╣реИ…
Dedh Ishqiya Poetry
The day I saw the movie Dedh Ishqiya I thought of penning down all the ashaar from the movie.
Finally here is the feast of all of them for you guys. All credts to origanal Shayar. I wished if I could translate them all in English for my non Urdu readers but I’m afraid I may not justify the original depth of meaning which the shayar meant. Here they go.
Tum tanhaa duniya se ladoge bachcho si baat karte ho…
Aap ko pahle kahi dekha hai.
Yaad aaye kaha to italla zaroor kijiyega, ham bhi dhund rahe hai kabse apne aap ko..
(italla=inform)
Yaha libas ki kimat hai aadmi ki nahi
muze gilaas badaa de, sharaab kam kar..
(libas=clothes)
sawar nok palak abruo me kham kar de
gire pade hue lafzo ko mohtaram kar de..
jab maine use khaas nigaahe naas se dekha
aaina fir usne naye andaaz se dekha..
charag jalaate hi Poras ki fauj bhaag gayi
gali me tanhaa Sikandar udaas baitha tha..
wahi taaj hai, wahi takht hai
wahi zahar hai wahi jaam hai
ye wahi Khuda ki zameen hai,
yahi buton ka nizaam hai
bade shauk se mera ghar jalaa
koi aanch tuz par naa aayegi
ye zabaan kisi ne khareed li
ye kalam kisi ka ghulaam hai….
naa bolu mai to kaleja fuke
jo bol du to zabaan jale hai
sulag naa jaawe agar sune wo
jo baat meri zabaan tale hai
naa bolu mai to kaleja fuke
jo bol du to zabaan jale hai
lage to fir yu ke rog laage
naa saans aawe naa saans jaawe
ye ishq hai naamuraad aisa
ke jaan lewe tabhi tale hai
naa bolu mai to kaleja fuke
jo bol du to zabaan jale hai
Hame lagtaa tha ke aap jaise aashik sirf filmo me hi paaye jaate hai, Dua hai ke Allahmiya hame aapki ishq-e-shiddat ataa kare…
Hamaree is duniya me zindagee thamee si rahtee hai, kabhi aaiyega boot banke baithenge..
(boot=statue)
And Finally the most acclaimed sher,
Ishq ke saat makaam hote hai,
“dilkashi, uns, muhabbat, akidat, ibaadat, junoon aur maut”…
Desire of Separation.
After a big fight with my mom when I left home to travel back to my college which is twelve hours journey from my hometown I had never ever dreamed that this train travel will turn out to be the most beautiful journey of my life..
I could not sleep during the half of the travel till four am and when I woke up at around half past five am “There she was sitting like an angel.” Calm, silent, careless, reading a book. Those spectacles could not hide the depth of most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Her flawless skin was glowing in that general compartment as if Moon has been called to illuminate the world on no moon night.
She was reading the book so passionately as if she has nothing to do with whatever was going around. Honestly she never even glimpsed towards me for the first 15 minutes after I woke up and I was so disturbed by it that I was cleaning the sleepy face by napkin┬а and combing my hairs so frequently that every other person sitting around would have known by then that I am restless.
When she stopped reading a pleasant smile spread over her face which added millions of praises for her beauty. She looked around the compartment and her eyes stopped on my face for hardly ten seconds.but when our eyes met I smiled at her and she was plain without any expression. She just stood up, placed her book in her purse, fumbled her “pahloo” (a cloth used by girls to cover their head) and sat, that’s all. And I was like what the hell? That’s it? Is this what I will get from her for staring for more than 15-20 minutes?
But I was lucky enough. She saw me again. This time with a pleasant smile on her face and I felt as if I was the luckiest person in the world at that moment. I started scribbling my poem “Anjaana Chehra” and she knew that I was writing something for her. By the time I was thinking about the words that would suit her the best, I found out that she stood up and was ready to board. I yelled at myself Holy Shit and was pleading her secretly,” please just don’t get off the train I will surely talk to you in any moment.”And suddenly her family came into picture. They took the luggage and left. While leaving she saw at me for the longest time she could and boarded Ahmed nagar station. I swear on God I don’t know why but I will hate this city forever.
But God was being merciful, the Ticket checker who stopped and asked for tickets seemed like an angel to me. They all stopped and she again saw at me. My heart was pounding with joy. I tore that piece of paper from my diary and waved at her so that she could know it is for her. She just smiled and nodded in negative. I could not help myself so I took off the train to see her for the last time and was gazing in her direction till the moment she was lost in the crowd to surprise me again sometime.
The world is not that big and the life is very long. I have lived to see the separation, I will see the reunion. And so my “Desire of Separation” is just another wish to rejuvenate the reunion. We will meet for sure, we will meet for sure.
At times I feel…
At times I feel she’s the one, but she never shows any sign
At times I feel she’ll open up, cuddling me to leave never
At times I feel she’ll never open up, will never force┬а to have what is her from forever
At times I feel she’s working on it to happen, enchanting my world with her spell
At times I feel her spells are to take her away from me, to tear me apart
At times I feel lets leave it up to her, let her be what and how she wants to be
Cause The truth is she’s mine, mine forever
She’ll come to me, to behold me in her embrace to be in my world, to be my world !!
рддрд╕реНрд╡реАрд░
рдкреБрд░рд╛рдиреЗ рд╕рд╛рдорд╛рди рдореЗ рдЗрдХ рддрд╕реНрд╡реАрд░ рдорд┐рд▓реА рдереА
рднреЛрд▓рд╛ рд╕рд╛ рдЪреЗрд╣рд░рд╛, рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░реА рдирд┐рдЧрд╛рд╣реЗ
рдорд╛рд╕реВрдо рд╕реА рдореБрд╕реНрдХрд╛рди, рдФрд░ рд╢рд░рд╛рд░рддреА рдЕрджрд╛рдпреЗ
рдХреБрдЫ рдкрд▓ рдЙрд╕реЗ рджреЗрдЦрдХрд░ рд╕реБрд░реНрдЦрд░реВ рд╕рд╛ рд╣реБрдЖ┬а рдерд╛
рдорд╛ рдиреЗ рдХрд╣рд╛ рдпреЗ рддрд╕реНрд╡реАрд░ рд╣реИ рддреЗрд░реА
рд╣реИ рддреЗрд░реЗ рдмрдЪрдкрди┬а рдХрд┐ рдирд┐рд╢рд╛рдиреА
рдЬрд╛рдирдХрд░ рдпреЗ рджреЛ “рдЕрд╢реНрдХ” рдЫрд▓рдХреЗ “рдирд┐рдЧрд╛рд╣реЛ”рд╕реЗ
рд╕реЛрдЪрддрд╛ рд╣реБ рдпреЗ рдЭрд┐рдиреНрджрдЧреА рд╣рдореЗ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╕реЗ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдмрдирд╛рддреА рд╣реИ
рдХрднреА рдкрдврд╛рдИ рдХрд┐ рдЬрджреНрджреЛрдЬрд╣рдд
рдХрднреА рдЖрд╢рд┐рдХреА рдореЗ рд░реБрд▓рд╛рддреА рд╣реИ
рдХрднреА рдСрдлрд┐рд╕ рдХрд┐ рдЯреЗрдиреНрд╢рди
рдХрднреА рдпрд╛рд░реЛ рд╕реЗ рдорд┐рд▓рд╛рддреА рд╣реИ
рд╡реШреНрдд рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рд╕рдм рдпрд╛рджреЗ рдзреБрдВрджрд▓рд╛ рд╕реА рдЧрдпреА рд╣реИ рдЖрдВрдЦреЛ рд╕реЗ
рдмрд╕ рд╡реЛ рдзреБрдВрджрд▓реА рд╕реА “рддрд╕реНрд╡реАрд░” рдЕрдм рддрдХ рдпрд╛рдж рдЖрддреА рд╣реИ…
рдХреБрдЫ рдЬреЫреНрдмрд╛рдд рдЕрдирдХрд╣реЗ рдЕрдирд╕реБрдиреЗ
рдЗрд░рд╛рджреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдЖрд╕реНрдорд╛рдВ рдФрд░ рдЙрдореНрдореАрджреЛрдВ рдХреА рдЬрд╝рдореАрди рд╣реИ
рдЬреЛ рддреВ рд╣реИ рд╕рд╛рде рддреЛ реЫрд┐рдВрджрдЧреА рдХрд┐рддрдиреА рд╣рд╕реАрдВ рд╣реИ…….
рдкрддрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдХреНрдпреВрдВ рдЖрдЬ рдЖрдБрдЦреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдирдореА рд╣реИ
рд╢рд╛рдпрдж рдЧрд░ рддреВ рдирд╣реАрдВ рддреЛ рдЦреБрд╢рд┐рдпреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рднреА рдХрдореА рд╣реИ…..
рдЖрдЬ рддреЗрд░реА рдмрд╣реЛрдд рдпрд╛рдж рдЖрдИ рд╣реИ рд╕рдирдо, рдпреВрдБ рдЬреБрджрд╛рдИ рдХрд╛ рдирд╛ рдврд╛рдУ рдореБрдЬрд╝рдкреЗ рд╕рд┐рддрдотАж
рдПрдХ рд╣реА реШрддрд╛ рдмрд╛рд░ рдмрд╛рд░ рдирд╣реА рдХрд░рддреЗ
рджрд┐рд▓ рджреЗ рдХреЗ рдкрдЫрддрд╛рдпреЗ рдереЗ рдЕрдм рд╣рдо рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдирд╣реА рдХрд░рддреЗ
рддрдорд╛рд╢рд╛ рдмрдирд╛ рд░рдЦрд╛ рд╣реИ рдЙрд▓реНрдлрдд рдХреЛ рд▓реЛрдЧреЛрдиреЗ
рдЗрд╕рд▓рд┐рдпреЗ рдореБрд╣рдмреНрдмрдд рдкреЗ рд╣рдо рдРрддрдмрд╛рд░ рдирд╣реА рдХрд░рддреЗ
рдкрд░ рдХреБрдЫ рддреЛ рд╣реШрд┐реШрдд рдереА рдореЗрд░реА рдореБрд╣рдмреНрдмрдд рдореЗ рдЭрд╛рд▓реАрдо
рдЗрд╕реАрд▓рд┐рдпреЗ рддреЗрд░реЗ рдмреЗрд╡рдлрд╛рдИ рдХреЗ рдХрд┐рд╕реНрд╕реЗ рд╕рд░-рдП-рдмрд╛рдЬрд╛рд░ рдирд╣реА рдХрд░рддреЗ
рд▓рдЭреНрдЭрдд-рдП-рдЙрд▓реНрдлрдд рд╣реИ рдореМреШреБреЮ рдЬреБрджрд╛рдИ рдореЗ
рдЕрдм рдЖ рд░рд╣рд╛ рд╣реИ рдпрд╛рд░реЛ рд╣рдордХреЛ рдордЭрд╛ рддрдиреНрд╣рд╛рдИ рдореЗ
(рдореМреШреБреЮ = hidden)
рдЖрд╢реАрдХреЛ рдХреЛ рдЙрд▓реНрдлрдд рдЕрдВрдзреЗрд░реЛ рд╕реЗ рд╣реЛрддреА рд╣реИ
рдкрд░рд╡рд╛рдирд╛ рд╢рдорд╛ рдХреЛ рдЬрд▓рдХрд░ рднреА рдмреБрдЭрд╛ рджреЗрддрд╛ рд╣реИ
рддреЗрд░реЗ рдЗрд╢реНреШ рдХрд╛ рдЦреБрдорд╛рд░ рд╣реА рддреЛ рд╣реИ
рдЧреБрд╕реНрд╕рд╛ рд╣реА рд╕рд╣реА рддреЗрд░рд╛ рдЕрдВрджрд╛рдЬ-рдП-рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рд╣реА рддреЛ рд╣реИ
рджреМрд░-рдП-реЮрд┐рд░рд╛реШ рд╕реЗ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╢рд┐рдХрд╛рдпрдд рдХрд░реЗ рдЕрд╢реНрдХ
рдЬреЛ рдореБрджреНрджрддреЛ рд╕реЗ рд╣реИ рд╣рдорд░рд╛рд╣-рдП-рдЭрд┐рдиреНрджрдЧреА
рд╡реЛ рддреЗрд░реЗ рд▓реМрдЯрдиреЗ рдХрд╛ рдЗрдВрддрдЭрд╛рд░ рд╣реА рддреЛ рд╣реИ..
рдмреИрдареЗ рд╣реИ рддрдиреНрд╣рд╛ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдХрд┐ рдЖрд╕ рдореЗ
рдХреБрдЫ рднреА рдирд╣реА рдпрд╛рджреЛ рдХреЗ рдЕрд▓рд╛рд╡рд╛ рдкрд╛рд╕ рдореЗ
рд╕реЛрдЪрддреЗ рд╣реИ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╣реБрдЖ рдЬреЛ рдХреЛрдИ рдирд╣реА рдкрд╛рд╕ рд╣рдорд╛рд░реЗ
рдирд╛рдмрд┐рдирд╛ рднреА рддреЛ рдЬрд┐рддрд╛ рд╣реИ рддрд╕рд╡реНрд╡реБрд░ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╣рд╛рд░реЗ
(рдирд╛рдмрд┐рдирд╛ = blind person)
Do you believe in unseen relationship? How pure or honest do you think it could be? If you can’t meet your partner ever, you don’t know his/her gender age still you’ll carry it?
Relations are not meant for physical togetherness instead it is a bond between the hearts of two people by which they share happiness, sorrows and all other emotions. I feel this is what a relation is.
I really don’t know what this relation is called & even i don’t want to know as well…..
And without knowing who you r? where r you from? what do you do? how do you look? and many more such things I am in a relation with you. And more so ever i don’t want you to answer these questions as well…….
I am already in a relation with you; would you like to be in a relation with me in the same way???????
DISGUST
No man is dead, no man is alive
all are thieves, resting in a hive.
Some men are good, some men are bad
No one is happy, everyone is sad.
Why money has turned wise people mad?
Money has turned wise people mad,
Neither mother is ours nor we are of dad.
People changed completely…
People changed completely,
They are feeling sorrow in their neighbor’s glad.
No place for kind, cruel is the king,
A quarrel is going on & they are watching it by sitting in the wing……
(One of my several originals on selfishness in the society)
MAA
Labo par uske kabhi baddua nahi hoti,
Bas ek maa hai jo kabhi khafa nahi hoti,
Iss tarah mere gunaahon ko wo dho deti hai,
Maa bahut gusse mein hoti hai to ro deti hai,
Maine rote hue ponche the kisi din aansoo,
Muddaton maa ne nahi dhoya dupatta apna,
Abhi zinda hai maa meri mujhe kuch bhi nahi hoga,
Main jab ghar se nikalta hoon dua bhi saath chalti hai,
Jab bhi kashti meri sailaab mein aa jaati hai,
Maa dua karti hui khwaab mein aa jaati hai,
Ai andhere dekh le muh tera kaala ho gaya,
Maa ne aankhein khol di ghar mein ujaala ho gaya,
Meri khwaahish hai ki main phir se farishta ho jaun,
Maa se is tarah liptun ki bachcha ho jaun,
Maa ke aage yun kabhi khulkar nahi rona,
Jahan buniyaad ho itni nami achhi nahi hoti,
Lipat jaata hoon maa se aur mausi muskurati hai,
Main udru mein ghazal kehta hoon hindi muskrati hai…
Munawar Rana
рдЧрд╛рдВрдзреА рдФрд░ рдореИ
рдмрддрд┐рдпрд╛┬а┬ард░рд╣реЗ┬а┬ардереЗ┬а┬ардЧрд╛рдБрдзреА┬а┬ардФрд░┬а┬ардореИ┬а┬ардерд╛ ┬ардЪреБрдк
рдкреВрдЫрд╛┬а┬ардЙрдиреНрд╣реЛрдВрдиреЗ┬а┬ардХреЗ┬а┬ардХреНрдпрд╛┬а┬ардЖреЫрд╛рджреА┬а┬ардХреЗ ┬ардмрд╛рдж
рддреБрдореНрд╣рд╛рд░реА┬а┬ардХрд┐рд╕реНрдордд┬а┬ардХрд╛┬а┬арддрд╛рд▓рд╛┬а┬ардЦреБрд▓рд╛?
рдЦрд╛рдореЛрд╢реА ┬арддреЛреЬ ┬ардореИ ┬ард╕реБрдмрдХ┬а┬ардХрд░ ┬ардмреЛрд▓рд╛
рдЖрд░рдЬреВ ┬ардереА ┬ардЦреБрд╢рд┐рдпреЛрдВ┬а┬ардХреА ┬ардЕрдорди┬а┬арддрдХ ┬ардирд╛ ┬ардорд┐рд▓рд╛
рдЬрд▓рд╛ ┬арджрд┐рдП┬а┬ардЧрдП┬а┬ареЫрд┐рдВрджрд╛┬а┬ардЙрдиреНрд╣реЗрдВ┬а┬ардХреЮрди┬а┬арддрдХ ┬ардирд╛ ┬ардорд┐рд▓рд╛
реШрддреНрд▓ ┬ардХрд░ ┬арджрд┐рдП ┬ардЧрдП ┬ардордЬрд▓реВрдо ┬ардФрд░ ┬ардорд╛рд╕реВрдо
рджрд░рд┐рдВрджреЛ┬а┬ардХреЛ┬а┬арддрд╛рдХрд╝рдд ┬ардЖрдЬрдорд╛рдиреЗ┬а┬ардлреМрд▓рд╛рджреА ┬ардмрджрди ┬арддрдХ ┬ардирд╛ ┬ардорд┐рд▓рд╛
рдЪрд╛рд╣рдд┬а┬ардереА ┬ардЬрдиреНрдирдд ┬ардХреА ┬ардЪрдорди ┬арддрдХ┬а┬ардирд╛┬а┬ардорд┐рд▓рд╛ ….
рдХрд┐рд╕реНрд╕реЗ ┬ардХрд╣рд╛рдирд┐рдпреЛ┬а┬ардореЗрдВ┬а┬арднреА┬а┬ардЙрддрд░┬а┬ардЖрдпрд╛┬а┬ардзрд░реНрдордпреБрджреНрдз
рдмреВрдвреЛрдВ┬а┬ардХреЛ ┬ард╕реБрдирд╛рдиреЗ┬а┬ардХреЗ ┬ард▓рд┐рдП ┬ардХреЛрдИ ┬ареЮрд╕рд╛рдирд╛ ┬ардирд╛┬а┬ардорд┐рд▓рд╛
рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ ┬ардмрджрд▓рд╛ ┬ардирдлрд░рдд┬а┬ардореЗрдВ , рдЦрд╝реБрд╢реА ┬арджрдВрдЧреЛ┬а┬ардХреА ┬ард╣рд╕рд░рдд ┬ардореЗрдВ
рд░рд╛рд╖реНрдЯреНрд░рдкреНрд░реЗрдо┬а┬ардХрд╛ ┬арддреЛ ┬ардХреЛрдИ ┬арджреАрд╡рд╛рдирд╛┬а┬ардирд╛ ┬ардорд┐рд▓рд╛
рдЪрд╛рд╣рдд┬а┬ардереА ┬ардЬрдиреНрдирдд ┬ардХреА ┬ардЪрдорди ┬арддрдХ┬а┬ардирд╛┬а┬ардорд┐рд▓рд╛….рднрд╛рдИрдЪрд╛рд░рд╛┬а┬ардФрд░ ┬ардЗрдВрд╕рд╛рдирд┐рдпрдд┬а┬ардХреЗ ┬ард╕реМ┬а┬арддреБрдХрдбреЗ ┬ард╣реЛ┬а┬ардЧрдП
рд╕рд╣рд┐рд╖реНрдгреБрддрд╛┬а┬ардФрд░ ┬ард╕рджрднрд╛рд╡┬а┬ардЗрддрд┐рд╣рд╛рд╕ ┬ардХреЗ ┬ардкрдиреНрдиреЛ ┬ардореЗрдВ ┬ардЦреЛ ┬ардЧрдП
рдлрд┐рдЬрд╛┬а┬ардЦреБрд╢рд┐рдпреЛрдВ ┬ардХреА ┬ардзрд░реНрдорд╛рдиреНрдзрддрд╛┬а┬ардореЗрдВ ┬ардмрджрд▓┬а┬ардЧрдпреА
рднреНрд░рд╖реНрдЯрд╛рдЪрд╛рд░┬а┬ардХреА ┬ардЖрдВрдзреА┬а┬ардореБрд▓реНрдХ рдореЗрдВ рдордЪрд▓┬а┬ардЧрдпреА
рджреЗрд╢рднрдХреНрддрд┐ ┬ардХрд╛ ┬арддреЛ ┬ардХреЛрдИ ┬ардЕрдлрд╕рд╛рдирд╛ ┬ардирд╛ ┬ардорд┐рд▓рд╛
рдЪрд╛рд╣рдд┬а┬ардереА ┬ардЬрдиреНрдирдд ┬ардХреА ┬ардЪрдорди ┬арддрдХ┬а┬ардирд╛┬а┬ардорд┐рд▓рд╛….
“рдирд┐рдЧрд╛рд╣реЛрдВ” рд╕реЗ┬а┬ардЙрдирдХреЗ┬а┬арднреА ┬а“рдЕрд╢реНрдХ” рдЫрд▓рдХрдиреЗ┬а┬ард▓рдЧреЗ
рдлрд┐рд░┬а┬арднреА ┬ардзрд╛рдбрд╕┬а┬ардмрдВрдзрд╛рдпрд╛┬а┬ардЙрдиреНрд╣реЛрдВрдиреЗ┬ардореБрдЭреЗ┬ардФрд░ ┬ардХрд╣рд╛┬а┬ардХреЗ
рд╢рд╛рдВрддрд┐┬а┬ардХрд╛ ┬ардкрд░рдЪрдо┬а┬ардореБрд▓реНрдХ ┬ардореЗрдВ ┬ард▓рд╣рд░рд╛рдПрдЧрд╛
рдЬрд╝рд░реВрд░реА┬а┬ардирд╣реАрдВ ┬ард╣реИ┬а┬ардЙрд╕рдХреЗ┬а┬ард▓рд┐рдП ┬ардПрдХ ┬ардФрд░ ┬ардЧрд╛рдБрдзреА
рдмрд╕┬а┬ардХрд╛рдлреА┬а┬ард╣реИ ┬а“рдпреБрд╡рдХреЛ”┬а┬ардХреЗ ┬ардЬреЫреНрдмрд╛рдд┬а┬ардХреА ┬ардЖрдВрдзреА”
рдЗрддрдирд╛┬а┬ардХрд╣┬а┬ардХреЗ ┬ардЧрд╛рдВрдзреА ┬ард▓реБрдкреНрдд┬а┬ард╣реЛ ┬ардЧрдП
рдФрд░ ┬ардореЗрд░реЗ ┬ардиреИрди┬а┬арднрд╡рд┐рд╖реНрдп┬а┬ардХреЗ ┬ард╕рдкрдиреЛ┬а┬ардореЗрдВ ┬ардЦреЛ ┬ардЧрдП…