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En attendant Godot ❮Ebook❯ ➥ En attendant Godot ➦ Author Samuel Beckett – Natus-physiotherapy.co.uk In Waiting for Godot two wandering tramps Vladimir and Estragon wait by a lonely tree to meet up with Mr Godot an enigmatic figure in a world where time place and memory are blurred and meaning is whe In Waiting for Godot two wandering tramps Vladimir and Estragon wait by a lonely tree to meet up with Mr Godot an enigmatic figure in a world where time place and memory are blurred and meaning is where you find it The tramps hope that Godot will change their lives for the better Instead two eccentric travelers arrive one man on the En attendant PDF or end of the other's rope The results are both funny and dangerous in this existential masterpiece.

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  • 83 pages
  • En attendant Godot
  • Samuel Beckett
  • English
  • 12 August 2016
  • 9780573040085

About the Author: Samuel Beckett

Samuel Barclay Beckett was an Irish avant garde novelist playwright theatre director and poet who lived in France for most of his adult life He wrote in both English and French His work offers a bleak tragicomic outlook on human nature often coupled with black comedy and gallows humourBeckett is widely regarded as among the most influential writers of the th century En attendant PDF or Strongly influenced.

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  1. Manny Manny says:

    ACT IIIVLADIMIR They've called us back ESTRAGON For an encore?VLADIMIR No we're supposed to say what it means A pauseESTRAGON What what means?VLADIMIR This play We have to explain itESTRAGON And then?VLADIMIR discouraged I don't know Maybe Godot will arrive But again maybe he won't He's not very reliable Another pause Still we can try They both think deeplyVLADIMIR Any ideas yet?ESTRAGON My boots don't fit My feet hurtVLADIMIR furious Idiot This isn't about your boots We're talking meaning here PhilosophyESTRAGON Sorry They continue to think Enter POZZO and LUCKYVLADIMIR Ah How fortunate Maybe you can explain the meaning of this play?POZZO My sight has been miraculously restoredVLADIMIR Oh Good ButPOZZO Lucky LUCKY moves center stage and begins mumbling in a flat monotone voiceLUCKY Man's search for himself in an inhospitable cosmos absurdity of all human action black humour marked by his wartime experiences POZZO punches him knocking LUCKY downLUCKY writhing on the ground shifting relationship between the signifier and the signified POZZO continues to kick him savagelyLUCKY gasping différance impossibility of interpretation semiotics encoding oh fuck fuck please stop kicking me I don't know I don't knowPOZZO finally smiling That's better

  2. Jibran Jibran says:

    “What happened?“Nothing happened”“Why did nothing happen?“How would I know?”“You would know”“I would?”“Yes”“How I would know?”“Because you read it”“Did I?”“Yes““How do you know?”“It is on your shelf”“So?”“You rated it”“What does it mean?”“It means you have read it”“Oh I have”“So what happened?”“Nothing happened”“Why did nothing happen?”“Because they were waiting for Godot” Waiting and nothing – I could take these two words and use them in as many combinations as the rules of probability allow to create a ‘review’ that would be as much meaningful as it would be meaningless I could draw upon the elusive symbolism of the text in the manner of a perspicacious hermeneut whose convoluted exegesis would only serve to frustrate him even Or like a blurb writer I could summarise the four and a half characters the austere landscape the leafless tree the role of the taut rope and jangling bucket and the heap of nonsense but what would that achieve? Suffice it to say that the sheer speed of the bare dialogue makes you want to slow down and look for something ueer happening between the lines but nothing happens Or perhaps everything happens? You can look at from any number of angles and it adapts itself to your point of view You can attach any meaning to the memorable symbolism and it helps you comprehend that meaning You may hypothesize at will and the text will lend you a hand to prove it Beckett in his frugal minimalist brilliance paints a powerful imagery of an agitated self a helpless being a lonely traveller in eternal yet meaningless wait which life ultimately is till we take the final leap into oblivion The act of wait which is an act of life is given a comic dimension in the play By the end the reader becomes one with the characters waiting for things to happen for something to happen but nothing ever happens Yet life happensI think it's impossible to review Waiting for Godot adeuately not even after a long and thorough analysis because in that case one would be seeking directions where none exist The best review of the play is the one that is not writtenFebruary '15

  3. Ahmad Sharabiani Ahmad Sharabiani says:

    En Attendant Godot Waiting for Godot Samuel Beckett Waiting for Godot is a play by Samuel Beckett in which two characters Vladimir Didi and Estragon Gogo wait for the arrival of someone named Godot who never arrives and while waiting they engage in a variety of discussions and encounter three other characters Waiting for Godot is Beckett's translation of his own original French language play En attendant Godot and is subtitled in English only a tragicomedy in two acts عنوانها «در انتظار گودو»؛ «در انتظار گودو سوگخندنامه در دو پرده»؛ اثر ساموئل بکت؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش سال 1972میلادیعنوان در انتظار گودو؛ اثر ساموئل بکت؛ مترجم سعید ایمانی؛ تهران، اشرفی، 1346، در 210ص، مصور، فروست ادبیات عصر ما، موضوع نمایشنامه های نویسندگان ایرلندی سده 20معنوان در انتظار گودو؛ اثر ساموئل بکت؛ مترجم مصطفی عابدینی فرد؛ تهران، کلیدر، 1380، در 163ص، شابک 9649250662؛عنوان در انتظار گودو؛ اثر ساموئل بکت؛ مترجم علی اکبر علیزاد؛ تهران، ماکان، 1381، در 165ص، به همراه یک مقاله از کلود شوماخر، کتاب از متن انگلیسی ترجمه شده، در سال 1387هجری خورشیدی ترجمه همین مترجم را انتشارات بیدگل در 188ص منتشر کرده استعنوان در انتظار گودو؛ اثر ساموئل بکت؛ مترجم علی باش؛ تهران، پیام امروز، 1388، در 128 ص، شابک 9789645706423؛ از متن انگلیسی ترجمه شدهعنوان در انتظار گودو سوگخندنامه در دو پرده؛ اثر ساموئل بکت؛ مترجم اصغر رستگار؛ تهران، نگاه، 1392، در 150ص، از متن انگلیسی ترجمه شدهجنابان آقایان سیروس طاهباز، داوود رشیدی و نجف دریابندی نیز این نمایشنامه را ترجمه کرده اندغروب، در کنار راهی در خارج شهر، با درختی بدون برگ؛ دو انسان به ظاهر ولگرد و فقیر، به نام‌های «استراگون گوگو»؛ و «ولادیمیر دی‌دی»؛ با کسی به نام «گودو»، که نمی‌دانند کیست، قرار ملاقات دارند، و چشم‌ به‌ راه او بنشسته‌ اند؛ انتظار آن‌ها امیدی برای زیستن آنهاست؛ «استراگون» شب بگذشته را در گودالی بگذرانده، و افراد ناشناسی او را کتک زده‌ اند؛ صحبت درباره ی کتک خوردن، آنها را به یاد خشونت مردمان می‌اندازد، و تأسف می‌خورند، که چرا در سال 1900میلادی، آن‌گاه که هنوز زیبا بودند، و آب و رنگی داشتند، خودشان را از بالای برج ایفل، به زیر نینداخته‌ اند؛ «گوگو» از کفش‌های تنگش، که پاهای او را آزار می‌دهند، و «دی‌دی» از کلاهش، که باعث خارش سرش می‌شود، و همچنین از بیماری مثانه، رنج می‌برند؛ آنها نمی‌توانند بروند، چون منتظر «گودو» هستند؛ و محکوم‌ هستند تا در آن مکان بمانند، تا زمانی که «گودو» به قولش عمل کند؛آنها نه هیچ اطمینانی به این قول و قرار دارند، و نه به اینکه محل دیدار آن‌ها بایستی در این مکان، و در زیر همین درخت بی برگ باشد؛ به راستی چه درخواستی از «گودو» خواهند داشت؟ از دعا و استغاثه و از توقعات بدون پاداش، صحبت می‌کنند؛ بدون اینکه «گودو»، هیچ تعهدی پذیرفته باشد؛ ولی به یاری او امیدوار هستند، شاید از همین امشب در رختخواب خشک و گرم، و با شکمی سیر بخوابند؛ آنگاه که صدای فریادی، که احتمالاً ورود «گودو» را باید اعلام کند، می‌شنوند؛ به وحشت می‌افتند، و به هم می‌چسبند؛ سپس دوباره چشم به راه می‌نشینند؛ «گوگو» گرسنه است، و «دی‌دی» آنها را از یکنواختی درمی‌آورد؛ «پوزو» از اینکه به‌ وسیله ی این دو ناشناس، شناخته نشده، و او را به جای «گودو»، که او را هم نمی‌شناسد، گرفته‌ اند، و به ویژه از اینکه، در روی زمین‌های او، منتظر «گودو» هستند، تعجب کرده است؛ «لوکی» ایستاده می‌ماند، و از خستگی به خواب می‌رود؛ طناب گلویش را می‌فشارد، نفس‌ نفس می‌زند و اعتراضی نمی‌کند؛ «پوزو» پیش از بازگشت، به «لوکی» دستور می‌دهد برقصد و سخنرانی کند؛ ماشین‌وار با جملاتی پراکنده سخن می‌گوید؛ برای خاموش کردن او، باید کلاه را از سرش بردارند؛ پس از خروج «پوزو» و برده‌ اش، پسربچه‌ ای وارد می‌شود، و اعلام می‌کند «آقای گودو امشب نمی‌آید، ولی فردا حتماً خواهد آمد» و می‌رود؛ «گوگو» و «دی‌دی» آماده ی رفتن می‌شوند؛ یک لحظه هر دو به فکر می‌افتند، خودشان را بر درخت حلق‌ آویز کنند، اما پشیمان می‌شوند؛ بی‌حرکت می‌مانند؛ ماه در انتهای صحنه بالا می‌آید؛ فردای آن روز در همان ساعت و همان مکان، «ولادیمیر» تغییر منظره را، به دوستش نشان می‌دهد بر درخت چند برگ روئیده است، «استراگون» هیچ‌ چیز به خاطرش نمی‌آید؛ نه درخت، نه «پوزو»، نه «لوکی»؛ فقط ضربه ی لگدی که دریافت کرده، و استخوان مرغی را که به او داده اند را، به یاد دارد؛ «استراگون» به خواب می‌رود، اما خوابش بیش از چند لحظه طول نمی‌کشد؛ «ولادیمیر» کلاه «لوکی» را روی صحنه می‌یابد، با آن بازی دست به دست کردن کلاه، و به سر گذاشتن درمی‌آورند؛ سپس ادای «پوزو» و «لوکی» را درمی‌آورند؛ «پوزو» و «لوکی» وارد می‌شوند، و روی زمین می‌افتند؛ یک لحظه «استراگون»، «پوزو» را به جای «گودو» می‌گیرد، و اعلام می‌کند «این گودو است»؛ و «ولادیمیر» می‌گوید «به موقع رسید؛ بالاخره نجات یافتیم»؛ «پوزو» کمک می‌طلبد؛ «دی‌دی» و «گوگو» بر سر مقدار پولی که برای کمک باید بگیرند، بحث می‌کنند؛ در این لحظه احساس می‌کنند که به‌ عنوان نمایندگان کل بشریت، چشم به راه «گودو» هستند، و در انتظار، وقت را به هر صورتی که می‌توانند، پر می‌کنند؛ «پوزو» نابیناست و مفهوم زمان را از دست داده، و «لوکی» گنگ است؛پس از خروج «پوزو»، «استراگون» می‌خوابد، همان پسربچه ی پرده ی اول وارد می‌شود؛ «ولادیمیر» سعی می‌کند درباره ی «گودو» اطلاعات بیشتری به دست آورد، و می‌فهمد که «گودو» مردی است که ریش سفید دارد؛ پسربچه اعلام می‌کند «گودو امشب نمی‌آید ولی حتماً فردا خواهد آمد»؛ «گوگو» پیشنهاد می‌کند که برای همیشه دست از انتظار بردارند یا خودکشی کنند؛ به درخت نزدیک می‌شوند، «استراگون» طناب نازکی که به جای کمربند به کمرش بسته است را، درمی‌آورد؛ طناب به قدر کافی محکم نیست؛ دو مرد تصمیم می‌گیرند بروند اما تکان نمی‌خورند؛ شب فرا می‌رسد، ماه در انتهای صحنه بالا می‌آید»؛؛تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 02061399هجری خورشیدی؛ ا شربیانی

  4. Sean Barrs Sean Barrs says:

    Who wants to see a play in which nothing happens? Who wants to see a play in which the characters make little or no sense? Who wants to see a play in which the same senseless nothingness is repeated in the second and only other act? Not me that’s for sure I honestly don’t think I could sit through a production of this but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate its artistic merit on the page Nothing happens but that is the beauty of it A famous theatre reviewer once said “this is a play in which nothing happens twice” He was right of course but at the same time recognised the brilliance of the play The fact that nothing happens is the reason why this play is so clever and tragic The characters are stuck in this cycle of nothingness; they are destined to spend each day waiting for the mysterious entity known as Godot He never comes If nothingness didn’t happen twice then we as the audience would be unaware of this fact and conseuently be ignorant to the tragic brilliance of the play “ESTRAGON I can't go on like thisVLADIMIR That's what you think” Indeed the plot is bizarrely simple two men Vladimir and Estragon are simply waiting for Godot They don’t remember why they are waiting or even who this Godot character is They just know that they must wait Whilst they wait they encounter two eually as strange characters Pozzo and Lucky Lucky is Pozzo’s slave for no apparent reason and the two seem completely dependent on each other like Vladimir and Estragon are themselves The four engage in a weird and perplexing conversation and then go about their business The next act is very similar to the first Beckett breaks the rules The play belongs to the absurdist theatre branch which challenges the conventions of the realism theatre of the ninetieth and early twentieth centuries; it does the exact opposite to what was considered a well made play The characters carry out a chain of repetitive and mundane dialogue which is completely devoid of any concreate meaning There are no geographical or historical specifications as the dialogue is reduced down to a series of pointless statements We have no idea where these characters are or where they’ve come from The play appears illogical and rich in purposelessness but it is utterly brilliant; it was something completely “out there” at the time and still is really “Estragon We always find something eh Didi to give us the impression we exist?Vladimir Yes yes we're magicians” In all honestly this play is excruciating to read; it is completely awful in parts and frustrating but the idea Samuel Beckett conveys at the same time is grand; it makes up for the torture he has put you through as you look back and realise what he has achieved you look back and understand why he has broken all the conventions and wrote a play that is as absurd as it is genius By doing so he has recognised the strange absurdity that is human existence and uestioned the purposelessness of this thing we call life He has created a Tragedy as great as any that came before it by using the most unconventional of methods I could never give this a five star rating because it is just too painful to read regardless of what it achieves However to ignore the artistic merit of the play would be an act of pure self conceiting ignorance As Estragon says “Estragon People are bloody ignorant apes” I will never read this again or ever go to watch it at a theatre but it is something I look back on and say “what a brilliant idea” even if I found the reading process uite painful and dull

  5. C C C C says:

    I read this book while hang gliding over the coast of Liechtenstein It was difficult to grip the jacket of the book not only because I was airborne but because the night before I was in Moscow having vodka and gasoline with Luis San Baptista Rodolfo Sr a ex foot soldier for the Revolutionary FALN and my head was POUNDING I told Luis over a dinner red cabbage over braised Skeletor Dolls I had never seen the last episode of Family Ties and he instantly grew furious and cried out Matushka Matushka My cauliflower is on fire and thrust a copy of Waiting for Godot into my pocket and whispered into my big toe Listen my friend I only have a credit card so I put on my visa and you give me cash no? I immediately understood Luis' implicit instructions the only proper way to read Beckett truly to feel the power of his words is to do so while manning non mechanical aircraft At first I found Beckett's dramatic universe too glib even watery like a Burmese jungle cat I found the dialogue too reliant upon the use of words I thought the use of characters instead of sandwiches or tuxedos was trite and derivative I also found the verdant pastures of Liechtenstein simply enchanting from an aerial point of view Several times I found myself uestioning my decision to uestion my decision to use McDonald's wrappers from the Basue Region for the material of my hang glider's wings but then I realized that's the point having no discernible narrative thru line is STILL a narrative thru line all the same Beckett's brilliance touched me at last But without permission so I'm suing him in the HagueSo I'm giving this a 5 Not a strong five But not a weak five either The sort of 5 that actively worked out for the high school rugby team but then spent college taking it easy drinking Irish Car Bombs and now years later plays Ultimate Frisbee on the weekends and sometimes runs in Central Park in the evenings if not doing Bikram Yoga in Soho

  6. Mark André Mark André says:

    One of the most entertaining and uplifting stories you will ever come across Every time I get done with this read I feel wonderful and inspired Why? Because Beckett sees the truth about being human there is Nothing to be done And laughter is such a potent weapon against despair

  7. Paul Bryant Paul Bryant says:

    Review revived again to mark the three month anniversary of the Top Lists being frozenAs you know the votes we strive for and crawl across barbed wire for and win oh so slowly and painfully are the only way we reviewers can tell we're still alive We need the hit that only weekly Top Lists can give us And yes you could describe the inexplicable absence of up to date Top Reviewer and Best Review Lists as a first world problem if you were being really mean but still reviewers are people too Let Samuel Beckett explain furtherESTRAGON Stuff this for a game of soldiers Let's goVLADIMIR We can't goESTRAGON Why not?VLADIMIR We're waiting for the Top Lists to be displayed correctly remember?ESTRAGON Oh thoseVLADIMIR Yes those Without the Top Lists we don't know who's top and who's well bottom The world is chaos Which review is best? Which made it in the mad salmon dash up the goodreads river of reviews to spawn in the sun?ESTRAGON You're very poetical tonight Did you eat something that disagreed with you?VLADIMIR We must have the votes correctly tallied It says so in the BibleESTRAGON But the vote counter is brokenVLADIMIR sighs Gives up trying to unlace his boot Yes the vote counter is brokenESTRAGON It's a signVLADIMIR It is a sign But we have to waitESTRAGON What for?VLADIMIR For the vote counter to be fixed We mustESTRAGON I could go you could wait I think I left something in the ovenVLADIMIR You'll be back Us sort we have to waitESTRAGON For the vote counter to be fixedVLADIMIR Yes But we know it never will be fixedESTRAGON Yes But we have to wait even soVLADIMIR We should ask RivkaRIVKA appearing from a cloud There is a bug We have identified it It will be fixed But not yetESTRAGON See? I told you It's hopelessVLADIMIR No not hopeless But there is no hope

  8. Florencia Florencia says:

    A nice homage would be to write nothingThat is what I wrote this afternoon Before that a friend told me to write something He was so sure that I could I am never sure about what I can or cannot do But he thought so That was niceNothing much happened after that until another kind friend paid this review a visit and said to wait And if he does not show up tomorrow Well what is to be done then? There are messengers that assured me he would come I will keep waiting Contemplating the same places the same scenarios over and over until I can predict the entire world Never neglect the little things of life And then I think And then some Do I really want to keep waiting? I wonder if I even have that choiceThen a beautiful woman with a uick mind that could leave you staring at your shoes utterly perplexed came along She told me that I comprehended an author with finesse I thanked her of course But did I? In the middle of this constant—and often tiresome—analysis that I cannot escape from can I even begin to grasp the concept of anything at all?There is meaning somewhere But I fear it will keep evading our presence until Ah Choose the metaphor you like This is getting alarming A couple of minutes later another lovely woman said that this was clever I am not sure of that since I believe Goodreads would delete this in a heartbeat But oh well Nothing to be done The second I finished writing this a third woman eually stunning and of enviable wits appeared This good friend that I so admire asked me something like Can we keep waiting even when he makes an appearance? And that made me ponder Are we prepared for such a visit? Us simple mortals are we ready to face that kind of revelation? We are still waiting by that tree Still complaining about so much waiting But I wouldn't know what to do if I may be mistaken though I have the feeling I thought about this yesterday Not sure what day is today but I definitely thought about this yesterday God Either I forget immediately or I never forget I was about to leave when another kind man approached and left a lovely comment about the uality of this review I often disagree but that is how my head functions And it is always nice to read that so I thanked him It's the normal thing After some time—do not know how much time since I can never measure it—another friend stopped by He was asking when to read a certain book He was not waiting for Godot he was waiting for the right time Oh That might just be himNo Ah yes Time That unforgiving time that refuses to stop Time flows always Always the minutes Always the decades Even if we remain in the same place with the same glance the same companionship ourselves I would like that friend to read this book as soon as possible But I do not own the proper words to convince him Hell I do not own any word They own me; a powerless captive So I think I believe I cannot say much We wait A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste Come let's go to work In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once in the midst of nothingness Or worse we won't be here at all you have to decide my friendLater another friend came along and said that this review was his favorite of the year so far And I thought that was a lovely compliment The problem is that I kept thinking And analyzing And in further reflection I said to myself “okay I know I cannot measure time I know that I am not sure if I am still living a yesterday or I am already living my tomorrow because this permanent sense of ennui that fills each day makes me forget everything but I am aware that the year has just started” And here we are standing on this immense world with a myriad of possibilities and its inexorable absurdity haunting us everyday—an absurdity that allows anything to happen—so the fact that this review full of nonsense is someone's favorite of the year that has just begun made me think A better one might be written tomorrow Or in a minute And then that's it Ah Stop thinking All I know is that the hours are long under these conditions Let us not waste our time in idle discourse I will make sure to say this as soon as I see this friend Because days will pass and time will pass and things must be said the light gleams an instant then it's night once But that endless process does not apply to our ephemeral natureLovely musings another friend wrote a couple of minutes ago But when you think about it there's nothing much to do really We are always looking for something new Something else Nothing much for me to find It'd pass the time they say I haven't met anyone yet with the ability of breaking that vicious circle We are here to spend time And watch the sky as it changes its colors A constant feeling of another day done with We want to move we say we'll go we stay right here like a not so lucky man with a rope around his neck Honestly One is not master of one's mood As I was about to conclude with this illogical ode to the absurd this dull melody that echoes the unpredictable nature of things and the tiresome search for what we are not meant to know two friends came along The first one claimed to have seen him the reason of it all Apparently he was trying to remember something And at a cafe no less Whereas some of us are part of this useless but inevitable seek of meaning in life trying to fill the gaps with something that might embody some source of comfort rather than simply embrace such absurdity of existence hope for nothing and achieve a sense of freedom—if not freedom itself—Godot is passing the time at a cafe completely unaware of our existence and our strong desire to meet him as we see our days go by Days that no longer perceive a different color habit is a great deadener The last friend recommended me to watch the play that introduced me to these people that were waiting for Godot And then mentioned another one I cannot think of a better ending to this preposterous review To postpone for a while this awfully exhausting search for meaning and enjoy another play that will probably make me think of that search almost immediatelyHuman nature my friendTo be continued If you writeJan 12 16 Also on my blog

  9. Lisa Lisa says:

    Waiting for Godot still waits for a review I wonder if it will ever come While pondering on the possibility of a review I think about whether I liked it or not I can't even say that so technically I am still waiting for the rating as well It is in the stars I added some for decoration They are uite meaningless but yellow dots please my Scandinavian eyes It is about nothing really But Nothing was already taken by Henry Green and also filled with so much of everything that Samuel Beckett probably thought he'd wait and see if he could find a better title than nothing While waiting he gave it a working title and that's what the play turned into The process became the end product and the waiting for something became something of its ownAs for the characters They talk therefore they areOne of them asks meAre you ready to write?And I say Yes let's writeBut I don't move

  10. Glenn Russell Glenn Russell says:

    Waiting for Godot in Antarctica An audience gathers to preview a screening of a new version of this Samuel Beckett play The directed striped his rendition down to bare existential black and white by filming in Antarctica and using penguins as actors The problem of dialogue is solved by the techniue of voice overIn the first act two penguins stand on bleak snow covered ice There’s a close up of one penguin The voice over says “Nothing to be done”The camera slowly scans to the other penguin who waddles next to the first His voice over begins “I’m beginning to come round to that opinion”The play continues in this manner Occasionally the two penguins rock back and forth in their stark empty white world When in the middle of the second act a third penguin approaches the two penguins waddle awkwardly to an icy hill and then toboggan on their stomachs down the hill and into the waterAfter a soul searching monologue the third penguin also toboggans down the hill into the water At the end of the play the two original penguins rock back and forth One penguin says “Well shall we go swimming again?The other penguin replies “Yes let’s go”But the penguins do not move

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