Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2005 09:21:09 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Italian Brothers 3 - Enrico Piccin - 04/14 (historical)

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ITALIAN BROTHERS 3
ENRICO PICCIN
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written on February 2, 1996
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Dave

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"ITALIAN BROTHERS 3 - ENRICO PICCIN" is a gay story, with some parts
containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land,
religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be
better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU
don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be
my welcomed guest.

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CHAPTER 4 . Cousin Samuele


The day of their separation came - Augusto had been chosen as Lecturer
of the chair of Greek at Bologna University. Enrico was sad but, used to
reasoning facts and things, he told himself that they were anyway doomed
to separate - as soon as he ended his studies and passed the state
tests, he would also go to study medicine to Padova.

He had not faced again, with his father, the talk about what he wanted
to study. The time was starting to press and Enrico asked himself if it
were time to face again that talk or to wait some more. He could not
make up his mind, so in the end he thought better to wait some more.

When Augusto left, Enrico felt lonely - he had nobody with whom to open
his heart, with whom to be fully himself with whom he could make love.
He plunged himself into his studies even more than before. And started
again to masturbate at night, on his bed, dreaming secrete and forbidden
adventures, or remembering the best moments of the year he spent with
Augusto.

At times they wrote each other, but in their letters they could not say
everything, being afraid that some other people could read them. The
maximum they dared to write were questions like "did you find another
pupil like me?" and sentences like "I remember the exercises we were
doing together with so much pleasure".

Before long a year had lapsed and finally Enrico decided it was time to
face again his father.

"Once I pass the test, I want to go to Padova to enter the faculty of
medicine." he announced one evening during the supper.

"Care to pass the test, before that!" his father dryly said.

"I'm confident I will pass it without problems." Enrico answered.

"Yes... good." Edgardo said continuing to eat with an indifferent
expression.

"Therefore I think to go to Padova to ask which papers I have to
prepare..." Enrico added trying to show he was determined.

"You can take the small gig tomorrow and ask Franco to accompany you."
the father answered without looking at him.

Enrico looked at his father in amazement - he was waiting for a refusal,
a sermon, a tirade, a resolute opposition and he was prepared to face
all that. He had sharpened his weapons in those months, he thought about
all the possible objections and to all the reasonable answers, and now
he heard... "You can take the small gig" was all his father had to say!
He felt disconcerted.

But then, the time his father asked him to wait was not in the hope that
Enrico could change his mind, but rather to get used to the idea? It
seemed so.

Hesitantly, he said, "If... when I'll go to Padova... I can come back
home only on week-ends..."

"That's so!" his father answered with curtness, always without looking
at him.

"And... where will I live?"

"We will write to your mother's sister, as perhaps they can offer you
hospitality. You would not be bad at their home there is Samuele, who is
your same age. And we will have no worries if you live with them. Will
you please write to your sister?" He then asked to his wife.

"Yes, willingly, so tomorrow Enrico can stop to give them my letter."
the mother quietly said.

Enrico felt exultant and only the respect for his father, who had had to
swallow a bitter pill, prevented him from showing it.

Chiara asked, "But if Enrico becomes a physician, who will carry on your
work, father?"

Enrico withered his little sister, but she wasn't looking at him.

"We will see... Perhaps I can sell it to my associates, at the right
moment. Or else I will bring up somebody willing to take my place. It is
not something that will happen tomorrow, anyway, there is time." the
father mumbled cutting short that subject, with Enrico's relief.

The day after he went to Padova, and got the information he needed, than
stopped to give the letter to his uncle and aunt. They said they would
answer soon. He stayed with them for lunch so he met Samuele, who
merrily told him he hoped his parents would give him hospitality - in
fact Samuele was the youngest of five sons, was the same age as Enrico
and seven years less than the fourth son. The thought to have someone of
his age at home pleased him very much.

Samuele had grown up, since the last time they met, as of course had
also Enrico. He was manly in appearance, having lost the childhood
roundness; he had a more lean body. He wasn't really handsome, but he
had an agreeable aspect, his voice, his glances, his body was in some
ways sensual, and this troubled slightly but in a pleasant way Enrico.

On the way back, he compared his cousin to Franco, the coachman - well,
decidedly the young man was desirable, he always felt attracted to him.
It could have been great having him as a lover; it was a pity that he
was married. He tried to figure himself in bed with Franco and got
aroused. Yes, he missed a male, he really needed one. It was now almost
one year he couldn't have sex. It is not easy to do without sex after
one has tasted and enjoyed it so intensely and frequently.

He shut his eyes and imagined that there, on the gig, while the horses
were continuing to trot safely also without a guidance, Franco jumped
from his driving seat inside the gig, looked at him with a seductive
smile and with eyes burning of yen for him, opened his swollen breeches
pulling out his hard penis, straight and palpitating, and asked him with
his voice made hoarse with desire, "You want all this inside you, don't
you, young master?". He would just nod, then the man would go near him,
open his trousers, pull them away, rise his legs knelling between them,
aim with his big member on his quivering little hole then take him with
ardor and their pleasure moans would blend in the air... Franco would
hammer inside him with male vigor and all his body would be tossed by
the strokes, but even more for the pleasure. And Franco would say, "You
are way better than my wife. I will abandon her, because I like best
you, young master!" and he would unload inside him, tickling his tits,
biting gently his neck... and he also would reach orgasm together with
the man...

He opened his eyes and looked at the nape of the neck of the man sitting
on the riding seat - he would have given one year of his life just to
allow that fantasy to become real... He caressed the bump that had grown
on his lap and sighed. A voice yelled inside him, "I want a maaaale!".

Franco heard his sigh, so turned back his head and asked, "Is everything
alright, young master?"

"Yes... yes, yes!"

"Do you need something?"

"I need thee!" Enrico said on impulse, in a low voice, and at once
wanted to bite his tongue, fully ashamed and fearing the reaction of the
man.

"You need a tea? Do you want me to stop in an inn?"

"No, no, thank you, let's go home. I can wait..." Enrico said exhaling a
silent relief sigh. If the man understood... he could face a serious
problem, the boy told himself. "How could I have been so silly and
rash?"

Back home, after he passed the test with more than satisfying results,
he got also the answer from his Padova relatives - Enrico would be more
than welcome in their home, they would settle him in some way, now that
the elder son had married.

Therefore Enrico's mother started to prepare the trunk with the clothes
and changes for her son, while he was preparing his things, excited by
the perspective to be at last able to start his desired studies and to
be able to live in a different city. Then leaving the entire luggage
ready, they went as every year on holiday. Of course it was not the
dreamy holiday he had spent with Augusto in Athens. From the last letter
of the man he understood that his former teacher had started a new
relationship, but he was not sure. He felt a mix of envy, jealousy,
grief, but envy was the strongest feeling. When would he too find a
lover?

At last they went back to Vicenza. It was once again Franco who took him
and his luggage to Padova. He showed at his relatives' home with a
letter and a present. The aunt asked Samuele to help his cousin to
settle, and to be on time for dinner. Samuele, taking some of his
cousin's luggage, told him to follow him. While walking in the corridor,
passing in front of the several doors, he explained:

"Here is my parents' bedroom; here is the wardrobe; here is Silvio
bedroom; here is the bathroom; here is Roberto bedroom and in front
Carlo's, who before was sleeping with me but now he has the room of
Cesare, after he married; this is the toilet door; and finally, this is
my room, our bedroom, from now on."

"I'm sorry to be so much of a nuisance for you..."

"A nuisance? No way! Before you, Carlo slept here, a sulker. I'm sure
that I will be a lot better with you, Enrico. At least we have the same
age; I hope we can become friends. And stop being so formal!"

"Only with servant and children one can be not formal..."

"Not in this home. Amongst brothers we are not at all formal. Only with
father and mother we have to be formal. And they too, between them, are
not at all formal, you see? Therefore..."

"I don't know if it would be easy for me to get used, but I will try..."

"Being formal amongst brothers is a habit of old times, and a very
provincial manner. We are in 1848, now! You have to be informal with me,
or else I will not talk with you!" Samuele threatened him jokingly while
entering in their room.

It was a wide room, with three windows, two big wardrobes on a wall, a
bookshelf on another, a vide desk with two chairs in front of one of the
windows... and only one bed, a wide one, but just one. They will sleep
together, therefore. Enrico felt an agreeable shiver of pleasure.

Samuele opened one of the wardrobes and the part of the book-shelf that
he had previously emptied, "See, you can put your things here and
there." he said then sat at the desk.

"Thank you. Are you going to the university, Samuele?"

"Not yet. You are one year forward, as you are the family's little
genius. Next year I too will start."

"What will you study?"

"Mathematics."

"Do you like it?"

"Certainly yes. I always loved it. Not you?"

"Juxta modum..."

"I see. Well you want to become a physician. I never could - seeing
other people suffering makes me ill!"

"But knowing that you can relieve their suffering..."

"If you really can. Science, including mathematics or medicine, has not
yet been explored in all its limits there is still a lot of progress to
be made. Anyway this is called the age of progress, and we are lucky to
live now."

"And afterwards? Will you teach mathematics?"

"I don't know but I don't think so. I will become a mathematician, a
scholar, I think. I will try, at least. Even though I am not a genius as
you are."

"Stop that!"

"I didn't say so to pull your leg!" his cousin retorted, but in his eyes
a joking light was shining and Enrico burst into laughter. Then Samuele
said, "I feel we will fit perfectly, together. You are able to take a
joke."

"I hope we can become real friends." Enrico answered continuing to put
in order his belongings.

During supper, differently than at his home, they all were merrily
chatting. Carlo was the most taciturn, introverted, but the others,
including the parents, were likeable, and mainly Roberto and Samuele.
The servants were only three people, a governess, her husband the cook,
and their son, a twenty year old manservant - the big boy was not so
much attractive, and he was a common type, a little stocky. The aunt's
family was not rich as was his own.

Silvio and Carlo were more handsome than Samuele, but this one was by
far the most sensual of all - his lips, his glances, his way of moving,
what one could guess of his body, all was sensuous. Enrico felt
attracted to his cousin and the idea of sharing his bed, and little time
was missing to that, aroused and worried him at the same time.

After the supper they all went to the lounge, where the aunt started to
knit, the uncle to smoke is pipe, Silvio to read the newspaper, Roberto
and Carlo to play chess and Samuele with Enrico to play the game of
snakes and ladders, chatting in a low voice. An infusion was served.

While sipping it, Samuele whispered to Enrico, winking his eye, "I
believe that my mother makes this infusion using a sedative, you know?"

"A sedative?" Enrico asked, amazed.

"Well, you know, with so many youthful energies in the field... she
doesn't want to find our sheets stained... do you understand?" he
whispered, giggling.

Enrico smiled and asked, "And does it work?"

"Well... it seems so."

Enrico thought he hoped so - he felt he really needed a sedative...
mainly that evening.

Time to hit the bed came. The two boys, giving the good night to the
others, went to their room. They undressed turning each other the back
and wore on their naked body the night shirt.

"What side do you prefer to sleep?" Enrico asked going near the bed a
little before his cousin.

"I don't care, you can remain on that side, if it's alright." he
answered nearing the bed at his turn. They pulled down the blanket, lied
down and covered themselves. Samuele shut off the lamp that was at his
side. "Do you want to sleep now?" he then asked.

"No, I don't feel tired."

They talked of this and that, then Samuele asked, "Did you have a
girlfriend you liked, in Vicenza?"

"No, I didn't. And you?"

"No. Well, there is the daughter of family friends I like, she has all
the right roundness at the right spots, but she seems not to notice me,
unhappily. Her name is Clotilde - a nice name, don't you think?"

"Yes..." Enrico said, with a shade of delusion in his voice.

When his cousin asked him that question he hoped it was the prelude to
say: I don't like girls... and on the contrary...

"Therefore you never... you never did things with girls?"

"No, never. And you, Samuele?"

"Me neither, but I'm longing to do it. At times desire wakes up, you
know, and so..."

"And so? What do you do?"

Samuele giggled, and then whispered, "What my mother fears... I stain
the sheets..."

"Don't you use the handkerchief?" Enrico asked.

"Sure, I use it. But at times, you know, in the dark, trying not to be
overheard by my brother..."

"You did it with him here in your bed?"

"Sure. I think he too did it at times, as at times it was stained at his
side. But I never heard him. Possibly, as I did with him, he waited
until I was asleep. You at least didn't have such problem did you?"

"But I have it now..." Enrico said jokingly.

"Well, you will wait for me to be asleep, then." his cousin answered
with a low laughter, and changed of subject.

They were lying on a side, in front of each other, and Enrico thought it
was enough to stretch out his hand to touch him, and he felt the desire
to do so, but after the talk they had a few minutes before, he didn't
dare - evidently the sensuous Samuele was oriented towards the other
sex. Unhappily.

"A cent for your thoughts! Why did you become silent?" after a while
Samuele asked.

"And you? You too stopped talking." Enrico defended himself.

"I was thinking of a book I lately read."

"Really? What book was it?"

"Robinson Crusoe, it is an adventure story of an Englishman."

"In English?"

"Of course."

"Interesting?"

Samuele nodded and started to tell him the plot, rather in detail, until
became aware he was wasting his breath - Enrico was asleep.

The following morning Enrico woke up feeling a weight on him - his
cousin was astride him, shaking him. "Wake up, dormouse! I'm very, very
upset with you!"

Enrico, feeling him on his body in that way, became aroused. He
answered, "With me? What did I do?"

"You fell asleep while I was telling you about Robinson!" his cousin
told him with a falsely upset expression, but laughter was blinking in
his eyes. Enrico was aware that if his cousin moved back just a little,
would feel his erection - he hoped and feared that at the same time.

"I'm sorry... I didn't do it on purpose..." he said, tense.

"This should never again happen, or else I will have to spank you,
understood!?"

"I swear!" Enrico said, even more and more aroused.

"Well. Then I forgive you. Let's get up, come on!" Samuele said merrily
and at last he went away from the top of him and left the bed. "I go
first to wash myself." he announced taking a towel and going to the
bathroom.

Enrico emitted a light sigh and uncovered himself - his night shirt
fully showed his aroused state. He hoped it would go down before his
cousin was back and prepared himself to face his living together with
that desirable but untouchable boy!

Enrico started to attend the university. In his free time at times he
studied in the bedroom with Samuele, each of them bent over their books.
From time to time they looked at each other, smiled, and plunged again
in their studies. At times they also chatted, played games or went for a
stroll. And Enrico felt more and more attracted to Samuele, and during
the night he had to pluck up his courage not to stretch out his hand to
touch him in an intimate way. Even more because Samuele, with a comrade
spirit teased him, as a play, tickling him, or making moves of fake
wrestling, and had no problem if their bodies touched while being in
bed.

To Enrico it was a kind of torment - he was immediately aroused and then
he had to turn so that the other could not feel his erection.

They were sleeping together for a couple of weeks when one night, while
Enrico was falling asleep on his side, turning his back to his cousin
who was already asleep, Samuele turned and moved against his body.
Enrico felt a strong pleasure shudder - he could feel the warmth of
Samuele body through their night shirts and it was way too agreeable. He
immediately was aroused. He asked himself if he could dare to masturbate
himself, when a new sensation made him become stiff and his heart jump
in his throat - he felt clearly, unmistakably, his cousin's erection
pushing against his buttocks.

"Samuele... are you sleeping?" he asked in an excited whisper.

The other didn't answer and his deep, regular breathing told Enrico he
was asleep. But Samuele's erection was continuing to palpitate against
him. Then Enrico, shuddering, pushed slightly back his ass to better
feel it, and there it was, hard, strong, warm and pulsating. Without
reflecting, as he was not able to do it, cautiously he pulled up his
night shirt to feel it better and pushed back again, and rubbed slowly
with his buttocks against that fierce, hard pole. He shut his eyes
savoring that sensation that for a year he could no more enjoy.

He didn't reflect, he didn't think, he just knew he liked it he wanted
more of it, way more. Thus he parted, pulled back his hands without
turning and, very slowly, holding his breath, he pulled up also his
cousin's night shirt, wide enough to allow it to slide up to the belly,
then, slowly, he pushed again back his ass until he restored the contact
and felt it, the bare flesh against bare flesh, shuddering, palpitating
and he pushed more against it, confusedly thinking he wanted to feel all
of it inside himself, all that pole of palpitating flesh.

He felt it tremble and felt pleasure. He felt it push, and shuddered.
Then Samuele emitted a short moan and Enrico became still, becoming
again conscious of what he was doing - "ohmygod!" he thought, "what if
he awakens?" The flesh pole shuddered again against his ass. Enrico was
thinking to do the reverse movement, to put back their night shirts,
when the hard member of his cousin slipped between his butts, sending
through him shudders of desire which ran up his spine...

"Just one more minute..." he thought his mind aflame, "just one more..."
and trembling he pushed again back. Then he felt Samuele hands taking
him on a side and a shoulder and his cousin pushed strongly his member
against him. Enrico, feeling the hands' hold, felt an instant of panic,
but when the hard pole was pushed against him, he felt a living fire
flashing in his veins, hot, then cold, then a kind of languor, then of
vigor and then he pushed back with immense pleasure. His cousin was now
almost embracing him and was rubbing against him in silence. Enrico
could feel that hard pole rummaging between his checks, and Samuele's
warm breath on his neck.

He slipped a hand between his ass and Samuele's pubes, took his warm and
rigid member and guided it. His cousin pushed. Enrico trembled and
waited with emotion. Samuele pushed again and Enrico at last felt he was
invaded, filled, while the vigorous pole slowly slipped inside him. He
emitted in a low voice a long and modulated moan of pleasure.

For some moments they remained still, both quivering. Enrico heart was
beating strongly, like mad, joyful. Samuele started to move his pelvis
back and forth, at first slowly, then, gradually, more steadily, faster
and with growing vigor, groping Enrico's body, gently biting his
shoulder and neck, emitting with each push a short moan of pleasure in a
more and more fast rhythm, until he pushed deeper and came, trembling
with all his body, intensely. Enrico had just the time to think
"ohmygod, the handkerchief!" and to pad with his night shirt his own
seed flood he was emitting in that wonderful orgasm.

They stayed so, still, panting, still deeply united, until the erection
of Samuele, deflating, slipped out from Enrico. Then Samuele parted from
him, lying on his back and emitted a long sigh. Enrico wanted to turn
around, to look at him, to kiss him, to talk with him, to thank him, to
tell him how happy he was for what happened at last between them, but
Samuele was keeping silent, wasn't touching him any more, therefore
Enrico remained still in his position, waiting.

After a while he understood, by his cousin's breathing, that he was once
again asleep. He loved the impetuousness, with which his cousin took
him, and he had a very good orgasm, he just would have liked, after, to
exchange some caresses, some kisses, as he was used to do with Augusto.
At last he too fell asleep.

The following morning Samuele waked him up as always. He had the usual
smiling expression of each morning, he did or said nothing different
from usual, only in his eyes there was a merry light of complicity, and
it was as a message: we know it, it was great, and we don't need to talk
about it.

Enrico went to wash himself and also rinsed his night shirt, stained in
front by his semen, to pull out any trace, then he hung it out - he
would tell it inadvertently fell in the tub... His cousin understood and
with his eyes made him an approval sign and a smile.

Enrico went to the university, then back home and studied near Samuel,
as usual. He was waiting his cousin to tell him something about what
happened but, besides his glances with that special light, Samuele
behaved as always and said nothing.

That night, when they hit the bed, they talked as usual of many things,
but again not about it. Enrico was uncertain, he desired to talk about
it, and to do it again of course, but he didn't dare. Thus, after a
while, they both fell asleep. But during the night Enrico woke up full
of desire. Then, almost trembling, he stretched out his hand and touched
his cousin between his legs, and felt that the night shirt was pulled
up. Was by chance Samuele waiting for his move? He caressed the soft
member, gently, until he felt it shudder, grow, harden. Samuele was
lying on his back and Enrico thought he could slip under the blanket and
to give him pleasure with his lips. He was about doing that, when
Samuele grasped him gently, made him turn and pushed his body against
him. Enrico, smiling with satisfaction, guided him once again inside
him. Everything happened as the previous night, but this time Enrico had
prepared a cloth to collect his semen. Then, still without saying a
word, they fell asleep.

Also the third night everything happened again in silence: Enrico woke
up Samuele caressing his member and his cousin took him.

But the fourth night, when they were in bed in the dark, Samuele for the
first time spoke about their sex.

"Enrico, don't wake me up every night, please. If you feel like doing
it, let's just do it at once, so that after we can sleep quietly.
Alright?"

"But... you feel like doing it?" Enrico asked his heart in his throat.

"Sure, I like doing it. And you?"

"Yes..."

Then Enrico felt his cousin's hand pulling up his night shirt and his
body standing against him.

"Wait..." Enrico murmured.

"What?"

Enrico turned on himself and with his fingertips brushed lightly
Samuele's body. "Before... let's caress for a while..."

"Caress? Each other?"

"It makes it better later, if first we caress..."

"Ah... I see..."

They caressed each other for a while, then Enrico asked, "May I kiss
you?"

"Kiss me? Well... if you want..."

Enrico kissed him, first on the lips, then all over his body.

"Don't you like?" Enrico asked, stopping.

"Yes, I like that. Go on..."

"Why don't you kiss me too?"

"I don't know. It's the first time, for me."

"With a man?"

"No, the very fist time, in absolute. Not for you?""

"No. I did it for one year."

"With a male?"

"Yes, with a man."

"Every night?"

"No, we usually couldn't. Normally we had to content ourselves to kiss
in secret, to give each other some fast caress."

"Did he teach you?"

"Yes."

"A man? Not a boy?"

"Yes."

"Didn't he have a woman?"

"No, he didn't."

"Why?"

"He didn't like women, he liked males."

"Oh! I can't understand."

"What?"

"How can somebody not like women?"

"I neither like women."

"Noooo!?" Samuele asked amazed, "But if you never tried with one... how
can you say that?"

"I just know it."

"No... Not for me. I would like having a girl."

"But you like doing it with me, don't you?"

"Yes, sure, I like it. Turn, go on... I want you."

"But caress me, kiss me. And also afterwards."

"Yes, as you want - before, during and after. Alright? But now turn, go
on."

"Alright." Enrico said, offering himself to his cousin.

Samuele took him impetuously and kissed and caressed him, both during
the act and after. Then, while they were relaxing, he asked, "Are you
happy, Enrico?"

"In this way, yes, I'm happy."

"Well. I too am happy having you here. I didn't think we would have
done... such things. But it's a lot better than alone and with his hand,
isn't it? At least as long as I cannot do it with a girl. But I'm
sad..."

"Sad? For what?"

"That you don't like girls."

"And why are you sad?"

"You will not marry, not have a family. And you will have to do it
always in secret, always hiding... You know that people is not tender
with those... with people like you. That's why I'm sad for you." he told
caressing Enrico's face.

"I hope to find somebody like me, who can love me."

"Yes, I understand. I wish you to find him, soon or later. You are a
dear boy, Enrico. I like you a lot."

"I too like you Samuele. I too am glad for being here with you. And I
like also... how... how you do it!"

Samuele giggled merrily and again caressed his face, "Let's sleep, now.
Good night, Enrico. And... thank you."

"Thank you to you." Enrico answered, smiling widely in the dark.

They made love every night and Samuele was sweet and tender, even though
he always took Enrico with youthful vigor. They continued for two years
that is until Samuele was engaged to a girl.

"Now that you have a fiancˇe... you are no more interested in me,
right?" Enrico asked him the night of the betrothal party.

"I still cannot even touch her, almost. Not even kiss her, you know
that. I would like to continue with you, for the moment... if you
agree."

"Of course I agree, even though I know it would not be for a long while.
I envy her... She can have you forever."

"As long as we share the bed, I'll always be glad doing it with you. But
for sure, it will stop, one day."

That happened about one year later that is when Samuele married and left
the house. The last night they spent in bed together, Enrico had the
feeling that Samuele, more than the other times, was careful to give him
the utmost pleasure...

The following morning Samuele kissed him and said, "These three years
with you, Enrico, has been great, and beautiful, and also the nights
with you, of course. I wish you to find somebody able to give you all
you need and desire..."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5

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