𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎̆𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑎-𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑢

𝐷𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑡̦𝑖, 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒
𝑃𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑧𝑎̆ 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎̆𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑎-𝑛 𝑧𝑜𝑟𝑖
𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑎̆-𝑛 𝑝𝑎̆𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑒,
𝐼𝑎𝑟 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑎̆𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑙𝑎̆-𝑛 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖.

𝑀𝑎̆-𝑛𝑡𝑎̂𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑎̆ 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑟
𝐷𝑒-𝑢𝑛 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑛 𝑖̂𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑖𝑜𝑠̦𝑎̆𝑡𝑜𝑟,
𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖 𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑝𝑎̆𝑙𝑎̆𝑟𝑖𝑖,
𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑎̆𝑝𝑎̆𝑑𝑖𝑖.

𝐷𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑢𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎̆-𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑐
𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐 𝑐𝑢 𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑎̆𝑠̦𝑖𝑒,
𝐼̂𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑖, 𝑔𝑟𝑎̆𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑠̦𝑖-𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒
𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖 𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑒 𝑜 𝑖𝑒.

𝐼̂𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑠𝑒-𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑎𝑡̦𝑎̆
𝑀𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑠𝑒-𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑐
𝑆𝑐𝑎̆𝑙𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒-𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡̦𝑎̆
𝐴𝑙𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑐 𝑐𝑢 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔.

𝐼̂𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑢, 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛,
𝐸 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑎 𝑖̂𝑛𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑎̆.
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑧𝑖 𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑠̦𝑖-𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡̦𝑖,
𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎̆𝑠𝑎̆𝑟𝑖 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟-𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎̆.

𝐼̂𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒-𝑜𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠̦𝑡𝑒
𝑆̦𝑖 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑡𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎̆𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖,
𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖 𝑠̦𝑖 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑢𝑙 𝑡𝑒 𝑔𝑎̆𝑠̦𝑒𝑠̦𝑡𝑒,
𝐶𝑢 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖, 𝑐𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑚𝑎̂𝑛𝑔𝑎̂𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑖.

𝐼̂𝑛 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑡̦𝑖, 𝑝𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒, 𝑐𝑎̆𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑒.
𝐶𝑜𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑖 𝑖̂𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑡̦𝑖 𝑛𝑒-𝑎𝑑𝑎̆𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑐.
𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑐 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑒,
𝐼̂𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑡 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑡𝑟𝑎̆𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑐.

@Valea Doftanei

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