ANDROGYNE - John Marshal © Srishti Madurai.
I never wish to be a male…
I never wish to be a female too..
I wish to be a androgyne…
I never like a red rose...
I never like a white rose too…
I like a pink rose…
I has a chest..
But I like it to be a breast too..
Since I am a androgyne..
I never want a tight jean..
Or a short skirt..
I want a androgyne wear…
I respect beauty in all sexes…
I never admire anyone as beauty or ugly..
Since I feel androgyny…
I am a genderqueer….
I am neither a line nor a curve.
I am neither a straight nor a non straight…
Since I am androgyne…
Death of Christ... - John Marshal © Srishti Madurai.
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[I]=I+U+[]
[I]~I
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There was a dog...
Still as a dog..
A trans-speceisst transgression
Suckling milk
A pagan breast
Roads to nihilistic curves
strange winds of stormy seas
Dark and pure evil
Mystic death of a saint
Insects of morning calm
Broken by the falling leaves of trees..
A trace,poem undifferentiated
Misery of life
Loveless chaos
BDSM of black holes
In the roaring lights of Christ
I die- I
because- I
I don't die!-[I]
Rigorous path to the dark forest - John Marshal © Srishti Madurai.
"Coming out", a nice figure of speech in every life a LGBTQ individual ,which is like a rigorous path to the dark forest ,chills me every time when i think about the moments and the events looped by that word....may be you call it as a precious and wonderful moment of my life....
I think i should think in a real face rather than a mask...as an individual void of coming out may be you can name me a mask within the mask of language....
Born and raised in a dense catholic basis, elements of Jesus Christ and "his" cross are not new one for me..like sky, always smiling in a night,those were integral components of mine,maybe you call an basement in which the name "john" and its attributes are constructed. I was raised as an catholic and maybe you call me a hardcore catholic when you try to associate a philosophy with that small child called "john"......church is an integral component of my life,which you can better know as like a oyster with its shell.....
Homosexuality is a crime against god in our religion....but i,as a child was unaware of that...unaware of what we call homosexuality..whenever i prayed to Jesus under his rose feat, i never prayed to shred my homosexual feel, but my prayer was on the whole projected against sexuality as i thought it as a way hiding myself from the path of heaven...maybe i labelled it as "Satan"..who should be minimized......
I think those precious moments of my phase of life in which i was not looped inside the naming system of language...there may be a naming called "orinachaerkai" in my mother tongue Tamil to denote the homosexual act..but i was unaware of that..what i had expressed whether it may be my initial love or my sexual feel, those stems directly from the subrosa of my heart..but sexual feeling on the whole censored under Jesus..the path of his beloved fashion.....
Frankly saying my parents were aware of my sexual feelings and even my gay love..a first love that sprouted like green grass after a heavy rain..but those were neglected as "Components of the growth phase"...maybe you call a feel that is peripheral or derivative....or due to my family atmosphere or some conflicts that were ranked above my issue....
But i felt gay...a true gay..i was a kid unaware of what is "i"....you can compare it like walking n water assuming that you are walking in soil.....i never experienced any abuse..i feel it stemmed from my basic bisexual feel, so i attribute Freud here...
There are some terms which i hear about homosexuality....it is abnormal,it is a disease..or maybe you call a sin which is generated as i am against the law of the order of god...i was in such an gang which directs it as a thing against nature...maybe i call such an approach now by the country proverb.."Like an elephant putting soil its own head itself..",,yes...now i say it like that....WHEN I CONTRADICT MY OWN FEEL I FEEL LIKE A SUICIDE...OR DESTRUCTING MYSELF...
I was in that feel of what i call "suicide" till the initial semester of my college...till my twelfth grade Jesus was the protector of that feel...after that though i turned aethist,contradicting my own basement,may you can call it as De root myself i was still in that suicidal gang...a gang which killed myself...a phase of experimenting with myself, i am a test animal for me....or in other words i am sadistic towards my own body and mind, a sadomasochistic pleasure derived from paining myself which i thought that time as "My great efforts to turn normal"....
I was treating myself a test animal by involving in a "romantic love" with a girl...maybe you can call it as a reverse synthesis..in which i synthesized love in a lab condition.."this time you chat..this time you go and see her...try to look her"...an idiots way of looking mirror...hehe..
Nothing was called an improvement..just to prove that i am a "male"....i can also love a girl..it seems funny now for me..he-he....stupid john...
I say from this experience..may be i recommend to persons who have confusions about their sexuality....please friends don't waste your time and energy in making you to transform "normal"....better ,you gonna crucified...
After that phase i felt a feel of love for one of da guy in my college..i loved him deep from my heart..but when i came out him as gay he accepted me..but when i told him my love it was such an burst of bunches of shock for me...i was treated like an untouchable....like the feel of caste...once when i asked him a book of mine he took that book in just a bundle of papers with the extreme care of the fact that there shouldn't be any bodily contact with that book..i was standing like a statue formed after seeing Medusa's eyes.. with a cloud of tear hitting my eye to take birth....an abandoned child....
once ,another friend of mine, who know that i am a gay denied to urinate simultaneously near to me ,and like a person having extreme phobia, his homophobia made him to stay out that door...when i just asked him the reason he replied "I feared you my do anything harm for me"..i understood what is called homophobia by that single experience..how it is cruel and heart breaking for each an every LGBTQ...
It was such an discrimination phase which lasted for six months,around a semester of my college life, a period i could remember as the rule of dark...i was blind..without any ear that can hear what my heart says..what it beats to say...it was in that season of darkness i isolated myself from others and made a own way for me...i had long walks ,alone...avoided mess food and eating outside..so that i cant see him and would be a subject of his cruel smile..still the notion of abnormal hypothesis of homosexuality was clinging in my heart....i was irregular in studies,money and the life as a whole...onside a wounded heart of love and another side a heart of discrimination....
I was in my relatives home since tenth grade since my mom left me to heaven...it was my mom's sister...i believed at least those hearts can hear me.... when my irregularity in the usage of money was exposed myself to them they in the process of an sadomasochistic inquiry which they call "Path to find truth" whose layout is satirical structure without any other actions on human body , i bursted out and told them about myself on the whole..."Why i was irregular??"...they hadn't felt for that and they had some underlying basic suspicion which is a heartbreaking one for me...
Those words..words of thrones from them.."Already in your childhood you were fond of sex..and when you missed it in your college you had used those money to get rid of your bodily hunger"..those words were like lashes on me..like killing me by cooking...but those words already strengthened an angel which rose from my mind.."I accept myself..i am a gay..yes john you are a gay.."..it was a night of the height of my glory...the event in which the angel won....
I insisted them to believe the truth..about the happenings of my life...their subsequent denial finally resulted in a scene of burst of anger where nothing was decent and it was the rude moment i have ever experienced in my life from the ones whom i love....they slapped me..i went to catch their neck...that time those words came out from my moms sister "He is a homosexual..a homosexual robber....first of all we have to check whether he posses a penis or not."...i replied them."Who are you to talk about my sexual orientation..?who are you..?".....after that the intensity of sounds increased which made the neighbors to came there in that midnight..around twelve to one,,in the cold January of 2011....they teared out my clothes..i was only with my underwear and run inside to take an essay which i wrote on mathematical analysis of society and like a baby newborn i was naked and just i tied my hands around that book and seated there..none was there for me...i was alone....i cal it a great night, a great nigh of my gay angel...
In the dawn ,again their torture continued...i was questioned about my sexuality..they have asked me to write on what i feel and they were justifying their acts..in that letter i wrote.."I am not feeling for what you have done for me yesterday..i was thinking about so many LGBT friends who are facing such treatments from people from you..."So cant you change.."..I replied "None knows"...within that word they told me.."HE IS A MENTAL..SPEAKING LIKE MENTAL.."..again i burst out and this time they dropped me to my home..they told my father about me...about myself...and also to a relative of us who was there..those words still lingering in my mind.."he's Gonna work for that people who are just even less than 1% in population..minority people"...i was just smiling..a smile that kills them...i am conquered..i conquered my "suicide" feel..world was new for me then..like light entering a glass room....
Hm..tats all about my coming out....ill post the further happenings in the other posts.
bye john....
Born and raised in a dense catholic basis, elements of Jesus Christ and "his" cross are not new one for me..like sky, always smiling in a night,those were integral components of mine,maybe you call an basement in which the name "john" and its attributes are constructed. I was raised as an catholic and maybe you call me a hardcore catholic when you try to associate a philosophy with that small child called "john"......church is an integral component of my life,which you can better know as like a oyster with its shell.....
Homosexuality is a crime against god in our religion....but i,as a child was unaware of that...unaware of what we call homosexuality..whenever i prayed to Jesus under his rose feat, i never prayed to shred my homosexual feel, but my prayer was on the whole projected against sexuality as i thought it as a way hiding myself from the path of heaven...maybe i labelled it as "Satan"..who should be minimized......
I think those precious moments of my phase of life in which i was not looped inside the naming system of language...there may be a naming called "orinachaerkai" in my mother tongue Tamil to denote the homosexual act..but i was unaware of that..what i had expressed whether it may be my initial love or my sexual feel, those stems directly from the subrosa of my heart..but sexual feeling on the whole censored under Jesus..the path of his beloved fashion.....
Frankly saying my parents were aware of my sexual feelings and even my gay love..a first love that sprouted like green grass after a heavy rain..but those were neglected as "Components of the growth phase"...maybe you call a feel that is peripheral or derivative....or due to my family atmosphere or some conflicts that were ranked above my issue....
But i felt gay...a true gay..i was a kid unaware of what is "i"....you can compare it like walking n water assuming that you are walking in soil.....i never experienced any abuse..i feel it stemmed from my basic bisexual feel, so i attribute Freud here...
There are some terms which i hear about homosexuality....it is abnormal,it is a disease..or maybe you call a sin which is generated as i am against the law of the order of god...i was in such an gang which directs it as a thing against nature...maybe i call such an approach now by the country proverb.."Like an elephant putting soil its own head itself..",,yes...now i say it like that....WHEN I CONTRADICT MY OWN FEEL I FEEL LIKE A SUICIDE...OR DESTRUCTING MYSELF...
I was in that feel of what i call "suicide" till the initial semester of my college...till my twelfth grade Jesus was the protector of that feel...after that though i turned aethist,contradicting my own basement,may you can call it as De root myself i was still in that suicidal gang...a gang which killed myself...a phase of experimenting with myself, i am a test animal for me....or in other words i am sadistic towards my own body and mind, a sadomasochistic pleasure derived from paining myself which i thought that time as "My great efforts to turn normal"....
I was treating myself a test animal by involving in a "romantic love" with a girl...maybe you can call it as a reverse synthesis..in which i synthesized love in a lab condition.."this time you chat..this time you go and see her...try to look her"...an idiots way of looking mirror...hehe..
Nothing was called an improvement..just to prove that i am a "male"....i can also love a girl..it seems funny now for me..he-he....stupid john...
I say from this experience..may be i recommend to persons who have confusions about their sexuality....please friends don't waste your time and energy in making you to transform "normal"....better ,you gonna crucified...
After that phase i felt a feel of love for one of da guy in my college..i loved him deep from my heart..but when i came out him as gay he accepted me..but when i told him my love it was such an burst of bunches of shock for me...i was treated like an untouchable....like the feel of caste...once when i asked him a book of mine he took that book in just a bundle of papers with the extreme care of the fact that there shouldn't be any bodily contact with that book..i was standing like a statue formed after seeing Medusa's eyes.. with a cloud of tear hitting my eye to take birth....an abandoned child....
once ,another friend of mine, who know that i am a gay denied to urinate simultaneously near to me ,and like a person having extreme phobia, his homophobia made him to stay out that door...when i just asked him the reason he replied "I feared you my do anything harm for me"..i understood what is called homophobia by that single experience..how it is cruel and heart breaking for each an every LGBTQ...
It was such an discrimination phase which lasted for six months,around a semester of my college life, a period i could remember as the rule of dark...i was blind..without any ear that can hear what my heart says..what it beats to say...it was in that season of darkness i isolated myself from others and made a own way for me...i had long walks ,alone...avoided mess food and eating outside..so that i cant see him and would be a subject of his cruel smile..still the notion of abnormal hypothesis of homosexuality was clinging in my heart....i was irregular in studies,money and the life as a whole...onside a wounded heart of love and another side a heart of discrimination....
I was in my relatives home since tenth grade since my mom left me to heaven...it was my mom's sister...i believed at least those hearts can hear me.... when my irregularity in the usage of money was exposed myself to them they in the process of an sadomasochistic inquiry which they call "Path to find truth" whose layout is satirical structure without any other actions on human body , i bursted out and told them about myself on the whole..."Why i was irregular??"...they hadn't felt for that and they had some underlying basic suspicion which is a heartbreaking one for me...
Those words..words of thrones from them.."Already in your childhood you were fond of sex..and when you missed it in your college you had used those money to get rid of your bodily hunger"..those words were like lashes on me..like killing me by cooking...but those words already strengthened an angel which rose from my mind.."I accept myself..i am a gay..yes john you are a gay.."..it was a night of the height of my glory...the event in which the angel won....
I insisted them to believe the truth..about the happenings of my life...their subsequent denial finally resulted in a scene of burst of anger where nothing was decent and it was the rude moment i have ever experienced in my life from the ones whom i love....they slapped me..i went to catch their neck...that time those words came out from my moms sister "He is a homosexual..a homosexual robber....first of all we have to check whether he posses a penis or not."...i replied them."Who are you to talk about my sexual orientation..?who are you..?".....after that the intensity of sounds increased which made the neighbors to came there in that midnight..around twelve to one,,in the cold January of 2011....they teared out my clothes..i was only with my underwear and run inside to take an essay which i wrote on mathematical analysis of society and like a baby newborn i was naked and just i tied my hands around that book and seated there..none was there for me...i was alone....i cal it a great night, a great nigh of my gay angel...
In the dawn ,again their torture continued...i was questioned about my sexuality..they have asked me to write on what i feel and they were justifying their acts..in that letter i wrote.."I am not feeling for what you have done for me yesterday..i was thinking about so many LGBT friends who are facing such treatments from people from you..."So cant you change.."..I replied "None knows"...within that word they told me.."HE IS A MENTAL..SPEAKING LIKE MENTAL.."..again i burst out and this time they dropped me to my home..they told my father about me...about myself...and also to a relative of us who was there..those words still lingering in my mind.."he's Gonna work for that people who are just even less than 1% in population..minority people"...i was just smiling..a smile that kills them...i am conquered..i conquered my "suicide" feel..world was new for me then..like light entering a glass room....
Hm..tats all about my coming out....ill post the further happenings in the other posts.
bye john....
I am a butterfly - John Marshal © Srishti Madurai.
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| Art by Kalyani Ganapathy |
Storms silent and storms dancing....a correct description for my life after coming out...though gay angel emerged from me like a neonate the cute angel was young..very young..the baby needs some nutrition...a sweet milk from a mother...i,like a women after conceiving seemed very tired...very,very tired...i like a mother nurtured my gay angel...after the fact that my label as a gay reached my father's ears ,he like a muddy pot died after a clash, remained as a broken daddy...i had the duty to make him to understand about me..understand about me clearly...
It was his initial decision of counseling which made me to meet a church father....i narrated him the whole events and told him about my sexuality...his suggestion was that it can change..homosexuality is just an changing phase of life...but whenever i met him (the counseling was done thrice) again it was the sense of happiness and smile that prevailed in my face..when he asked me the reason and conveying his idea about my smile that it arises from my "changed" heart with an opposite force to his words,i replied him.."I,I am a gay...i am clearly a gay"......
My father was in his height of sadness...he asked me to consult a doctor to change myself...one of our family friend's who came to know about that i am a gay had once asked me "Why are you resisting the change?? why are you not consulting any doctors to get rid of this gayness..?"..i replied him calmly.."Uncle, please understand.I never wish to yield myself as a test animal..none know about homosexuality in clear..and it is not a disease...it was an old notion...so i never wish to give myself as a scapegoat, as a test animal for those people who say that homosexuality is a disease..".....
It took several months for my father to understand me..now he is OK with that..not completely..i feel i have to wait with patience...patience will win one day.....i had explained about me completely to him and what i feel...
Yes..it take a lot of time....the friends who discriminated me felt sorry for their act and again started a close friendship with me..though they feel that they are straight i usually say about my experiences and life as a gay to them....many friends of me came to know that i am a gay, but whatever they may feel about me, they are not discriminating me now...if they didn't like it they still love a feel of friendship with me..maybe a blessing for me....
My dad even accepted that if i get anyone whom i can call "partner", to settle with my partner..though he can't understand my feelings completely my dad accepted myself...my face...my real face..my dear child,the gay angel....
Whatever may be i must say how i had survived in those six months of discrimination...it was rude...but i loved it..it only transformed me to a person writing this stuff...i am a butterfly...i wish to fly....i must say thanks to bacteria...seems mad??..he-he..that was the reality....whenever i reared bacteria in that labs under those chambers i felt myself freed...i saw something good sprouting inside me whenever i see a colony of bacteria germinated in the petri plate..he- he..seems mad..but real....my tears, wet tears all vaporized whenever i reared those cultures...maybe you can call this "shift to other plane"...
I have to say thanks to the social networking sites for at least providing me to express what i feel..though i may not perceive the physical sense of thousands of members of those sites whenever i expressed myself in those communities via posts expressing myself it felt myself loved...my gay angel growing alive....i have came to know that there are and more people other than me in this world who are experiencing like me..feeling like me...one such was one my inspiration Harish Iyer....
I came to know about him..his experiences..his life...pains make a person to adopt a face of resistance..i obtained such an inspiration from him..frankly saying i was much shocked when i read his story...but the way how he struggled with all those oppositions provided me another dimension for seeing my problems....
Another one i must indicate is Audre Lorde..the mother,lesbian,warrior,poet....the greatest american feminist....her thoughts and her words shaped me...seeded light inside of me...
Also i must mention about Valerie Solanas,the American radical feminist....her path of life..her thought..her ideas..her manifesto called SCUM manifesto was such an great inspiration for me to fight in this world with my gay angel...such fierce and strong words, like the storms prior to rain cultivated my mind...to a great extent and shaped me...shaped myself....
And the life of Andrea Dworkin, the American radical feminist was such an great inspiration for me..a inspiration to fight as a warrior...warrior with proud and out....
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| Art by Kalyani Ganapathy |
"I am a butterfly..
I never live inside that temporary cocoon...
I break it...
Break that cover...
A heavy cloth..
I make myself nude...
Nude in the joy of love...
Joy of myself called a queer...
As like Alice in her wonderland
Slays jabberwockey...
I'll break this cocoon...
Before the dawn breaks..
To fly around and breathe some fresh air..."
роЪெро▓்роЪிропா рооாройிроЩ்.
роЕрооெро░ிроХ்роХாро╡ிрой் роЪாродுро░ிропрооாрой ро╡ெро│ிропுро▒ро╡ு рооுро▒ைропிро▓் роЗро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роЖройைрод்родு рооுро▒ைроХேроЯாрой ро╡ிро╖ропроЩ்роХро│் ро╡ெро│ிропாройродு, родுройிроЪிропாро╡ிрой் роЪீро░்роХேроЯாрой роорой்ройро░ாроЯ்роЪி рооுроЯிро╡ுроХ்роХு ро╡рои்родродு, ро╡ெро▒ுроо் 15 роХோрок்рокுро▒ைроХро│் рооூро▓роо் роОро▓்ро▓ா роЕро░ேрокிропா роиாроЯுроХро│ிрой் рооройிрод роЙро░ிрооை рооீро▒ро▓்роХро│், роКро┤ро▓் рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் рокро▓ роЕроЯроХ்роХுрооுро▒ைроХро│ை родுройிро▓ீроХ்ро╕் (Tunileaks) рооூро▓роо் ро╡ெро│ிроЪ்роЪрод்родிро▒்роХு роХொрог்роЯு ро╡рои்родродு, ро░ро╖்роп роЕрооெро░ிроХ்роХ роЗроЯைропிро▓் роЗро░ுроХ்роХுроо் рокோро▓ிропாрой роЙро▒ро╡ுрооுро▒ை рооுроЯிро╡ுроХ்роХு ро╡рои்родு рокро▓ роиாроЯுроХро│ுроо் роЕрооெро░ிроХ்роХ роТро░ு роироо்рокроХрооாрой роиாроЯு роЗро▓்ро▓ை роОрой்ро▒ுроо் NATO роЗрой்ро▒ு роХро▓ைрои்родு ро╡ிроЯுроо் роЕрокாропроо், рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் роЪீройாро╡ிрой் рооройிрод роЙро░ிрооை рооீро▒ро▓் родாрой் роЕроЯுрод்род ро╡ро▓்ро▓ро░роЪு роЖроХро╡ேрог்роЯுроо் роОрой்ро▒ рокெро░ுроо் роУроЯ்роЯроо், роЗрои்родிропாро╡ிрой் роЕро░роЪிропро▓் рооுро▒ைроХேроЯுроХро│், роЗрои்родிро░ா роХாрои்родிропை роХொро▓ை роЪெроп்роп рокாроХிро╕்родாройிрой் рокроЩ்роХு роОрой рокро▓ роЖродிроХ்роХ роиாроЯுроХро│ிрой் ро░роХроЪிроп роЕро░роЪிропро▓் рооுро▒ைропைропுроо் роЕроо்рокро▓рооாроХி роЙро▓роХைропே родிро░ுрок்рокி рокோроЯ்роЯ роОро▓்ро▓ா роХிро│ро░்роЪ்роЪிроХ்роХுроо் роХாро░рогроо் 24 ро╡ропродு "рокிро░ாроЯ்ро▓ி рооாрой்ройிроЩ்" роОрой்ро▒ роирокро░் роИро░ாроХ்роХிро▓் ро╡ிроХ்роХிро▓ீроХ்роЪுроХ்роХு ро╡ெро│ிропிроЯ்роЯ роЪெроп்родிропே.
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| роЪெро▓்роЪிропா роИ рооாройிроЩ் |
роХроЯрои்род роЖроХро╕்роЯ் рооாродроо் роорой்ройிроЩ்роХிрой் родூроХ்роХு родрог்роЯройைропை роХுро▒ைрод்родு роЕрооெро░ிроХ்роХ роЕро░роЪு рокிро░ாроЯ்ро▓ி роорой்ройிроЩ்роХை 35 ро╡ро░ுроЯроЩ்роХро│் роЪிро▒ைропிро▓் роЕроЯைрод்родродு, роЗрои்род родீро░்рок்рокு ро╡ெро│ிропாрой роТро░ு роЪிро▓ ро╡ிройாроЯிроХро│ிро▓் рокிро░ாроЯ்ро▓ி роорой்ройிроЩ் родாрой் роТро░ு рокெрог்рогாроХ ро╡ாро┤ ро╡ிро░ுроо்рокுро╡родாроХро╡ுроо், роЪிро▒ு ро╡ропродு рооுродро▓் родрой்ройை роТро░ு роЖрог் роОрой்ро▒ு роЙрогро░்рои்родродை ро╡ிроЯ рокெрог் роОрой்ро▒ு родாрой் роЕродிроХроо் роЙрогро░்ро╡родாроХ роХூро▒ிройாро░்.
рооேро▓ுроо் родாрой் ро╡ிроЯுрод்род "роОрой் ро╡ாро┤்роХ்роХைропிрой் роЕроЯுрод்род роХроЯ்роЯроо் " роОрой்ро▒ рокொродு роЕро▒ிроХ்роХைропிро▓்:
роОройроХ்роХு роХроЯрои்род рооூрой்ро▒ு ро╡ро░ுроЯрооாроХ роЖродро░ро╡ро│ிрод்родு ро╡ро░ுроо் роЕройைро╡ро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роОрой் роирой்ро▒ிроХро│், роХроЯுрооைропாрой роЪொродройைроХ் роХாро▓роЩ்роХро│ிро▓் роиீроЩ்роХро│் роОройроХ்роХு роЕройுрок்рокிроп роХроЯிродроЩ்роХро│ுроо், роОройроХ்роХாроХ роироЯрод்родிроп рокோро░ாроЯ்роЯроЩ்роХро│ுроо், роЪெроп்род рокிро░роЪ்роЪாро░роЩ்роХро│ுроо் роОройроХ்роХு рооேро▓ுроо் роЕродிроХ родைро░ிропроо் родро░ுроХிро▒родு. роОройроХ்роХாроХ рооிроХро╡ுроо் родைро░ிропрод்родுроЯрой் роЕро░роЪாроЩ்роХрод்родை роОродிро░்род்родு рокோро░ாроЯிропро╡ро░்роХро│், роОрой் рокாродுроХாрок்рокு роиிродிроХ்роХாроХ роЙродро╡ிропро╡ро░்роХро│், роОрой் ро╡ро┤роХ்роХிрой் роХாро░рогрооாроХ роиீродிроорой்ро▒род்родிро▓் роХாрод்родு роЗро░ுрои்род роороХ்роХро│், роОрой் ро╡ро┤роХ்роХை рокро▒்ро▒ிроп ро╡ிро┤ிрок்рокுрогро░்ро╡ை роПро▒்рокроЯுрод்родி роОройроХ்роХாроХ роЪроЯ்роЯ рокிро░родிроиிродிрод்родுро╡роо் роЪெроп்ропுроо் "Bradley Manning Support Network" роОрой் роЖродро░ро╡ாро│ро░்роХро│் роЖройைро╡ро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роиாрой் роХроЯрооைрокроЯ்роЯுро│்ро│ேрой்.
роОрой் ро╡ாро┤்роХ்роХைропிро▓் роЕроЯுрод்род роХроЯ்роЯ роироХро░்ро╡ாроХ, роиாрой் роОро▓்ро▓ோро░ுроо் роОрой் роЙрог்рооைропாрой роЕроЯைропாро│род்родை родெро░ிро╡ிроХ்роХ ро╡ிро░ுроо்рокு
роирой்ро▒ி
роЪெро▓்роЪிропா роИ рооாройிроЩ்.
роЗрои்род ро╡ிроЪропрод்родை роПрой் рооுрой்рокே роЪெро▓்роЪிроп родெро░ிро╡ிроХ்роХро╡ிро▓்ро▓ை роОрой்ро▒ாро▓் " роЗрой்ро▒ைроп роЪூро┤்роиிро▓ைропிро▓் роХுро▒்ро▒ро╡ாро│ி роЪெроп்род роХுро▒்ро▒род்родை ро╡ிроЯ роХுро▒்ро▒роо் роиிро░ுрокிроХ்роХ рокроЯுроо் рооுрой்ройро░ே роЕрои்род роирокро░ிрой் рокாро▓ிройроо், роиிро▒роо், рокாро▓ிрой роИро░்рок்рокு роОрой்рокродு роТро░ு роХேро▓ிроХ்роХுро░ிроп, ро╡ிро╡родрод்родிроХுро░ிроп ро╡ிроЪропрооாроХ рооாро▒்ро▒рок்рокроЯுроХிро▒родு, роЗро╡рой் роЗрои்род рокாро▓ிройрод்родிро▓் роЗро░ுрои்родродாро▓் родாрой் роЗрои்род родро╡ро▒ு роЪெроп்родாрой் роОрой்ро▒ு рокро▓ро░ுроЯைроп ро╡ாродрооுроо் роЕрооைрои்родுро╡ிроЯுроо் рооேро▓ுроо் родாрой் роХுро▒்ро▒роЩ்роХро│ை ро╡ெро│்ро│ிроЪ்роЪроо் рокோроЯ்роЯு роХроЯ்роЯிропродு роТро░ு родро╡ро▒ு роЗро▓்ро▓ை роОрой்ро▒ுроо் роОрой்ройாро▓் рокாро▓ிрой роЪிро▒ுрокாрой்рооைропிройро░ாрой родிро░ுройро░் роЪрооூроХрод்родிро▒்роХு роЕро╡рок்рокெропро░் ро╡ро░роХூроЯாродு роОрой்ро▒ுроо் роЗрои்род родро░ுрогрод்родிро▓் рокொродு родро│род்родிро▓் родройроХ்роХு роХிроЯைрод்род ро╡ாроп்рок்рокை рокропрой் рокроЯுрод்родி роЗрои்род роЙрог்рооைропை рокிро░роХроЯройрок் рокроЯுрод்родிропродாроХ роЪெро▓்роЪிропா родெро░ிро╡ிрод்родாро░். рооேро▓ுроо் родாрой் рокெрог்рооைропை рокோро▒்ро▒ுроо் ро╡роХைропிро▓் родрой் роХро▓்ро▓ூро░ி рокро░ுро╡ро╡род்родிро▓் роТро░ு рокெрог் рокோро▓ ро╡ேроЯрооிроЯ்роЯ роЪிро▓ рокுроХைрок்рокроЯроЩ்роХро│ைропுроо் ро╡ெро│ிропிроЯ்роЯாро░். роЗродை роЕро▒ிро╡ிрод்род роТро░ு роЪிро▓ ро╡ிройாроЯிроХро│ிро▓் ро╡ிроХ்роХிрокீроЯிроп рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் рокро▓ роЪрооுроХ ро╡ро▓ை родро│роЩ்роХро│ிро▓் рокிро░ாроЯ்ро▓ிропிрой் рокெропро░் роЪெро▓்роЪிропா роОрой்ро▒ு рооாро▒்ро▒рок்рокроЯ்роЯродு, роЕрогைрод்родு роКроЯроХроЩ்роХро│ுроо் роТро░ு рокெрог் рокாро▓் роЕроЯைропாро│род்родுроЯрой் роорой்ройிроЩ் родொроЯро░்рокுроЯைроп роЪெроп்родிропை ро╡ெро│ிропிроЯுроХிро▒родு. роЗрой்ро▒ு роЪெро▓்роЪிропா роЙро▓роХро│ாро╡ிроп родிро░ுройро░் роЪрооூроХрод்родிрой் рооுрой்рооாродிро░ிропாроХ рокேроЪрокроЯுроХிро▒ாро░்.
роЪெро▓்роЪிропாро╡ிрой் роЗрои்род роЕро▒ிроХ்роХை роЪроЯ்роЯ ро░ீродிропாроХ роЪிро▒ை роЪாро░்рои்родு родிро░ுройро░் рокாродுроХாрок்рокு родொроЯро░்рокுроЯைроп роЕрооெро░ிроХ்роХ роЪроЯ்роЯ роЪாроЪройроо் рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் роЕрооெро░ிроХ்роХ роЗро░ாрогுро╡ рокாродுроХாрок்рокு рокроЯை роЪாроЪройрод்родை роХேро│்ро╡ிроХ்роХுро▒ிропாроХ்роХி роЙро│்ро│родு. рокொродுро╡ாроХ рокாро▓ிрой-рокродроЯ்роЯроиிро▓ை (Gender-
роЕрооெро░ிроХ்роХ роЗро░ாрогுро╡ роЕродிроХாро░ிроХро│் ро╡ெро│ிропிроЯ்роЯ рокொродு роЕро▒ிроХ்роХைропிро▓் рокாро▓ிройроо் роЪாро░்рои்родு роОрои்род роЪிроХிроЪ்роЪை рооுро▒ைропைропோ,ро╡роЪродிропோ рокாродுроХாрок்рокு рокроЯை роЪிро▒ைроХро│் ро╡ро┤роЩ்роХாродு роОрой்ро▒ு родெро░ிро╡ிроХрок்рокроЯ்роЯродு. роЖройாро▓் роЕрооெро░ிроХ்роХாро╡ிрой் роОроЯ்роЯாро╡родு роЕро░роЪிропро▓рооைрок்рокிрой் родிро░ுрод்родроо் рокроЯி
роЪிро▒ைроЪ்роЪாро▓ைроХро│் рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் рооாроиிро▓ рооுроХро╡ро░் роород்родிроп рокрогிропроХроо் роЙрод்родிропோроХрокூро░்ро╡ роХொро│்роХைропிро▓் рокாро▓ிрой рокродроЯ்роЯроиிро▓ை роЪிроХிроЪ்роЪை рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் роЕро╡ро░்роХро│ுроХ்роХு родேро╡ைропாрой рооро░ுрод்родுро╡роо், рокாродுроХாрок்рокு ро╡ро┤роЩ்роХ роЖрогை рокிро▒рок்рокிроХ்роХ рокроЯ்роЯு роЙро│்ро│родு, рооேро▓ுроо் роиீродிроорой்ро▒роЩ்роХро│் роЗродை родொроЯро░்рои்родு роХрог்роХாрогிрод்родு ро╡ро░ுроХிро▒родு. роЗрои்роиிро▓ைропிро▓் роЪிро▒ைропிро▓் роЗро░ுроХ்роХுроо் родிро░ுройро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роЗройி рокிро▒ рокாро▓ிройрод்родро╡ро░ை рокோро▓ роЕрогைрод்родு ро╡роЪродிроХро│ுроо் роХிроЯைрок்рокродு роКро░ிродிропாроХிропுро│்ро│родு.
роЗройி рокெрог்рогாроХ ро╡ாро┤рок் рокோроХுроо் роЪெро▓்роЪிропாро╡ிрой் рокாродுроХாрок்рокை рокро▓ роЪрооூроХ роиро▓ роЖро░்ро╡ро▓ро░்роХро│ுроо் роХрог்роХாрогிрод்родு ро╡ро░ுроХிрой்ро▒ройро░். рооройிрод роЙро░ிрооைроХро│ிрой் роХроЯро╡ுро│் рокோро▓் роироЯрои்родு роХொрог்роЯ роЕрооெро░ிроХ்роХாро╡ிрой் роиிро▓ை роЗродு родாрой் роОрой்ро▒ு ро░ро╖்роп роЕродிрокро░் ро╡ிро│ாроЯிрооிро░் рокுроЯிрой் роХூро▒ிропுро│்ро│ாро░்.
роЪிро▓ роЪрооропроо் роОрои்род ро╡ேро░ுрокாроЯுроо்рооро▒்ро▒ роТро░ு роЪுродрои்родிро░ рокூрооிропை роЙро░ுро╡ாроХ்роХ роТро░ு роХроЯுрооைропாрой, рокро▓ро░் рооройродைропுроо் роХройроХ்роХ роЪெроп்ропுроо் роТро░ு ро╡ிро▓ைропை роХொроЯுроХ்роХ роиேро░ிроЯுроо், роиாрой் роЪிро▒ைропிро▓் роЙропிро░் роиீрод்родாро▓ுроо் роЙро▓роХிроХ்роХு роТро░ு роЙрог்рооைропை роЪொро▓்ро▓ி ро╡ெро│ிрок்рокроЯைропாрой роиро▓்ро▓ роТро░ு ро╡ாро┤்ро╡ிроЯроо் роЕрооைроп ро╡ро┤ிро╡роХுрод்род роЕрооைродிропுроЯроо் роЙропிро░்роиீрок்рокேрой் роОрой்ро▒ாро░் роЪெро▓்роЪிропா роЗрой்ро▒ு рооுроХ்роХிропрооாроХ роЕро░ேрокிропா роиாроЯ்роЯிрой் роЪрооூроХ роЖро░்ро╡ро▓ро░்роХро│் роЪெро▓்роЪிропாро╡ை родроЩ்роХро│் ро╡ிроЯிро╡ெро│்ро│ிропாроХ роХாрог்роХிрой்ро▒ройро░்.
роЖроо் роЙро▓роХிрой் роЕрооைродிроХ்роХாроХ роТро░ு ро╡роХைропிро▓் рокாроЯுрокроЯுроо் роиாроо் роЖройைро╡ро░ுроо் роТро░ு ро╡роХைропிро▓் роЪெро▓்роЪிропா роорой்ройிроЩ் родாрой் роТро░ு роЖрок்ро░ிроХ்роХ роЪிро▒ுро╡рой் роЪொрой்ройродு роЗродு.
роЪெро▓்роЪிропாро╡ிроХ்роХு роиீроЩ்роХро│் роХроЯிродроЩ்роХро│் роЕройுрок்рок ро╡ேрог்роЯிроп рооுроХро╡ро░ி:
| Location | Commander, HHC USAG Attn: PFC Bradley Manning, 239 Sheridan Ave, Bldg 417 JBM-HH, VA 22211 |
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ро░ро╖்ропாро╡ிрой் роЕроЯроХ்роХுрооுро▒ை
роХроЯрои்род роЬூро▓ை 29 ро░ро╖்роп роЕродிрокро░் ро╡ிро│ாроЯிрооிро░் рокுроЯிрой் "роЪிро▒ாро░்роХро│ுроХ்роХு роород்родிропிро▓் рокாро░роо்рокро░ிропроо் роЕро▓்ро▓ாрод рокாро▓ிропро▓் роЙро▒ро╡ுроХро▓ுроХ்роХு рокிро░роЪ்роЪாро░род் родроЯை"ро╡ிродிроХ்роХுроо் роороЪோродாро╡ிро▓் роХைропெро┤ுрод்родிроЯ்роЯாро░் , рокாро░роо்рокро░ிропроо் роЕро▓்ро▓ாрод LGBT роЙро▒ро╡ுроХро│ை роЗродு роХுро▒ிроХ்роХுроо் роОрой்ро▒ு роЕро╡ро░் роХுро▒ிрок்рокிроЯ்роЯாро░்.
1993-роЖроо் ро░ро╖்ропாро╡ிро▓் роТро░ுрокாро▓் рокுрогро░்роЪ்роЪி роЪроЯ்роЯ ро░ீродிропாроХ родро╡ро▒ிро▓்ро▓ை роОрой்ро▒ு рокிро░роХроЯройрокроЯுрод்родрок் рокроЯ்роЯродு роЖройாро▓் роЗрой்ро▒ுро╡ро░ை роЕроЩ்роХு роТро░ுрокாро▓் родிро░ுроорогроЩ்роХро│் рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் роТро░ுрокாро▓் роХாродро▓் роЪроЯ்роЯрок்рокроЯி роХுро▒்ро▒роо்.
роЗрои்род роЪроЯ்роЯрод்родிрой்рокроЯி роТро░ுрокாро▓் роИро░்рок்рокு рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் родிро░ுройро░் роЙро░ிрооை родொроЯро░்рокாрой роОрои்род роЪெроп்родிропைропுроо், ро╡ிро┤ிрок்рокுрогро░்ро╡ைропுроо், роОрои்род ро╡роХைропிро▓ுроо் ро╡ெро│ிрокроЯுрод்родுроо் рооுропро▒்роЪிропிро▓் роИроЯுрокроЯுроо் ро░ро╖ிропро░்роХро│் роороЯ்роЯுрооро▓்ро▓ாрооро▓்,ро╡ெро│ிроиா
ро░ро╖்ропாро╡ிрой், роХோроЪ்роЪிропிро▓் 2014роЗро▓் роироЯைрокெро▒ роЗро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роХுро│ிро░்роХாро▓ роТро▓ிроо்рокிроХ் рокோроЯ்роЯிроХро│ிро▓் рокроЩ்роХேро▒்роХுроо் роТро░ுрокாро▓் роИро░்рок்рокு ро╡ீро░ро░்роХро│ுроХ்роХு рокாродுроХாрок்рокு роХிроЯைроХ்роХாрод роиிро▓ை роЗрои்род роЪроЯ்роЯрод்родிрой் рооூро▓роо் роЙро░ுро╡ாроХிропுро│்ро│родு. роТро░ுрокாро▓் роИро░்рок்рокுроЯைроп рокோроЯ்роЯிропாро│ро░்роХро│், рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் роЕро╡ро░்роХро│ிрой் роЖродро░ро╡ாро│ро░்роХро│் рокொродு роЗроЯрод்родிро▓ рокோроЯ்роЯிропிро▓் ро╡ெро▒்ро▒ி рокெро▒்ро▒ рокிрой்рокு ро╡ாройро╡ிро▓் роХொроЯிропை роЙроЯро▓ிро▓் рокோро░்род்родி ро╡ெро▒்ро▒ிропை роХொрог்роЯாроЯுро╡родро▒்роХு родроЯை рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் роТро░ுрокாро▓் роХாродро▓ро░்роХро│ுроХ்роХு рооுрод்родроо் роХொроЯுрок்рокродроХ்роХு родроЯை роЕрок்рокроЯி рокோроЯ்роЯிропாро│ро░்роХро│் роЕрод்родுрооீро▒ிройாро▓் родрог்роЯройைроХ்роХு роЖроЯ்рокроЯுрод்родрок்рокроЯுроо் роиிро▓ைрооை роЙро░ுро╡ாроХிропிро░ுроХ்роХிро▒родு роЕродройாро▓் “2014 ро░ро╖்роЪிроп роТро▓ிроо்рокிроХ் рокோроЯ்роЯிроХро│ை рокுро▒роХ்роХрогிропுроЩ்роХро│்” роОрой்ро▒ு роЙро▓роХроо் рооுро┤ுро╡родுроо் роЗро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роТро░ுрокாро▓ீро░்рокு роиро▓рой் роЪாро░்рои்род роЕрооைрок்рокுроХро│் рокோроЯ்роЯிроХ்роХு роиிродி роЙродро╡ி ро╡ро┤роЩ்роХுроо் роиிро▒ுро╡ройроЩ்роХро│் рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் рокроЩ்роХுрокெро▒ுроо் ро╡ீро░ро░்роХро│ுроХ்роХு роХோро░ிроХ்роХை ро╡ிроЯுрод்родுро│்ро│ройро░்.
роЗрои்роиிро▓ைропிро▓் роЪрооிрокрод்родிро▓் ро╡ெро│ிропாрой роЗрои்род роЕро░роЪாройைроХ்роХு рокிро░ிроЯ்роЯрой் , роЕрооெро░ிроХ்роХா , роХройроЯாро╡ிро▓் роЙро│்ро│ிроЯ்роЯ роиாроЯுроХро│், рокро▓ рооройிрод роЙро░ிрооை роЖро░்ро╡ро▓ро░்роХро│் рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் роЪро░்ро╡родேроЪ роУро▓ிроо்рокிроХ் роЪெропро▒்роХுро┤ு роОрой рокро▓родро░рок்рокிройро░்роХро│ுроо் роХроЯுроо் роХрог்роЯройроо் родெро░ிро╡ிрод்родு роЙро│்ро│ройро░்.
роЕрооெро░ிроХ்роХ роЕродிрокро░் роУрокாрооா "роЗрои்род рокிро▒்рокோроХ்роХுродройрооாрой роЪெропро▓் родройроХ்роХு ро╡ро░ுродроо்рооро│ிрокродாроХ роХூро▒ிропுро│்ро│ாро░், рооேро▓ுроо் роЕрооெро░ிроХ்роХ ро╡ிро│ைропாроЯ்роЯு ро╡ீро░ро░்роХро│் рооிроХ роХроЯிройрооாроХ рокропிро▒்роЪி роОроЯுрод்родு роТро▓ிроо்рокிроХ்ро╕்роХாроХ родропாро░ாроХி ро╡ро░ுроо் роЗрои்род роиேро░род்родிро▓் роЗродு рокோрой்ро▒ ро╡ிро╖ропроЩ்роХро│் роЕро╡ро░்роХро│ிрой் родройிропுро▒ிрооைропை рокро▒ிрок்рокродாроХ роЙро│்ро│родு роЕродройாро▓் роЗродை ро░ро╖்ропா роХро╡ройрод்родிро▓் роХொро│்ро│ро╡ேрог்роЯுроо்" роОрой்ро▒ாро░்.
роЪро░்ро╡родேроЪ роУро▓ிроо்рокிроХ் роЪெропро▒்роХுро┤ுро╡ிрой் рооுродро▓்ро╡ро░் роЬாроХ்ро╡ோро╕் ро░ோроЪ்роЪி " роХோроЪ்роЪிропிро▓் 2014роЗро▓் роироЯைрокெро▒ роЗро░ுроХ்роХுроо் роХுро│ிро░்роХாро▓ роТро▓ிроо்рокிроХ் рокோроЯ்роЯிроХро│ிро▓் рокроЩ்роХேро▒்роХுроо் ро╡ிро│ைропாроЯ்роЯு ро╡ீро░ро░்роХро│ை роиிро▒роо், роородроо் , роиாроЯு, рокாро▓ிройроо், рокாро▓ிройроИро░்рокு роОрой்ро▒ு роОрои்род рокேродрооுроо் роЗро▓்ро▓ாрооро▓் ро░ро╖்роп роЕро░роЪு роХро╡ройிроХ்роХ ро╡ேрог்роЯுроо். ро╡ிро│ைропாроЯ்роЯு роОрой்рокродு роТро░ு родройிроирокро░் роЙро░ிрооை роЕродை роОрои்род роЕроЯிрок்рокроЯைропிро▓ுроо் ро╡ேро▒ுрокроЯுрод்родி роТро░ு роирокро░ை роТродுроХ்роХ роХூроЯாродு роОрой்ро▒ாро░். рооேро▓ுроо் ро░ро╖்роп роЕро░роЪாроЩ்роХрод்родிроЯроо் роЗро░ுрои்родு роЗрои்род роЪроЯ்роЯрод்родை рокோроЯ்роЯி роироЯроХ்роХுроо் роиாроЯ்роХро│ிро▓் ро╡ிро▓роХ்роХி ро╡ைроХ்роХ ро╡ேрог்роЯுроо் роОрой்ро▒ுроо் ро░ро╖்роп роЕро░роЪாроЩ்роХроо் роЕрогைрод்родு ро╡роХைропாрой роороХ்роХро│ுроХ்роХுроо் рокாродுроХாрок்рокு роХிроЯைроХ்роХ роОро┤ுрод்родு рокூро░்ро╡ рокродிро▓் рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் роЖрогைропை родроЩ்роХро│ுроХ்роХு роЕройுрок்рок ро╡ேрог்роЯுроо் роОрой்ро▒ு роХூро▒ிройாро░்.
роЗрои்род роЪроЯ்роЯрод்родை, роЗродுро╡ро░ை ро░ро╖்ропா рокொро░ுроЯ்рокроЯுрод்родро╡ிро▓்ро▓ை.роЕро╡ро░்роХро│் роТро▓ிроо்рокிроХ் рокோроЯ்роЯிроХро│ிрой் роПро▒்рокாроЯ்роЯிро▓் родீро╡ிро░рооாроХ роИроЯுрокроЯ்роЯுро│்ро│ройро░். роЗрои்род роЪроЯ்роЯрод்родிро▓் роЗродுро╡ро░ை роЖро▒ு роирокро░்роХро│ை роХைродு роЪெроп்родுро│்ро│ройро░், роЗродு родро╡ிро░்род்родு роТро░ுрокாро▓் роЙро░ிрооை роХுро▒ிрод்родு роЖро╡рогрок்рокроЯроо் роОроЯுроХ்роХ рооுропрой்ро▒ роиாрой்роХு ро╡ெро│ிроиாроЯ்роЯு рокропрогிроХро│ைропுроо் роХைродு роЪெроп்родுро│்ро│ройро░். роОроЯ்роЯு LGBT роЪрооூроХ роЖро░்ро╡ро▓ро░்роХро│ைропுроо் родрог்роЯройைроХ்роХு роЙроЯ்рокроЯுрод்родி роЙро│்ро│ройро░்.
роЗродுроХுро▒ிрод்родு ро░ро╖்ропாро╡ிрой் ро╡ிро│ைропாроЯ்роЯு родுро▒ை роЕрооைроЪ்роЪро░் ро╡ிрод்родாро▓ி рооூроЯ்роХோ " ро░ро╖்роп роиாроЯ்роЯிрой் роЪроЯ்роЯрод்родை роТро▓ிроо்рокிроХ்роХிро▓் рокроЩ்роХு рокெро░ுроо் роЖройைрод்родு ро╡ீро░ро░்роХро│ுроо் рокிрой்рокро▒்ро▒ ро╡ேрог்роЯுроо், роОрои்род роХாро░рогрод்родை роХொрог்роЯுроо் ро░ро╖்роп роЕро░роЪாроЩ்роХроо் рокிро▒рок்рокிроп роороЪோродாро╡ை родிро░ுрод்родி роЪроЯ்роЯрод்родை рокிрой்ро╡ாроЩ்роХாродு, родройிрок்рокроЯ்роЯ роирокро░்роХро│ிрой் роЙрогро░்ро╡ுроХро│ை роЖро░роЪு роЕрои்роирокро░்роХро│் родройிрок்рокроЯ்роЯ рооுро▒ைропிро▓் ро╡ைрод்родிро░ுроХ்роХுроо் ро╡ро░ைропிро▓் роородிроХ்роХுроо் " роОрой்ро▒ாро░்.
ро░ро╖்ропாро╡ிрой் роЗрои்род роЪроЯ்роЯрод்родை роЕрои்роиாроЯ்роЯிрой் родாро░ாро│ро╡ாродிроХро│் рооро▒்ро▒ுроо் роЪрооூроХ роЖро░்ро╡ро▓ро░்роХро│் роЪீро▒்ро▒роо் роХொрог்роЯு роОродிро░்род்родு ро╡ро░ுроХிрой்ро▒ройро░், 78 роЪродро╡ீродроо் ро░ро╖்роп роороХ்роХро│் роУро░ிрой рокிро░роЪ்роЪாро░род்родை роХுро▒ைроХ்роХ роЕро░роЪாроЩ்роХроо் роОроЯுроХ்роХுроо் рооுропро▒்роЪிроХро▓ுроХ்роХு роЖродро░ро╡ு родெро░ிро╡ிрод்родுро│்ро│ройро░். рокெро░ுроо்рокாро▓ாрой роороХ்роХро│் роЗродை роХрог்роЯுроХொро│்ро│ро╡ேропிро▓்ро▓ை.
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