𝐶𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔, 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑙𝑒. 𝐷'𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑙'𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑒. 𝐶𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝑠'𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑛. 𝐼𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛: 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑈𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒. 𝐷𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑢𝑥. 𝑂𝑢 𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡.