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This story happened many years ago in old Italy. In the village, which is located at the foot of the mountain there lived Francesco Diboni. People in this village were engaged in agriculture and cattle breeding. On the edge of the village, where its only street ended, there was a hill with an ancient castle standing on it. Residents told amazing stories about the castle. They said there were treasures stored in the dungeon of this castle, heaps of gold and silver coins, coffers with open lids were filled to the top with precious stones. The stones gave off a radiance that made the dark dungeon seem as bright as day. And the hoary old man guarded these treasures.

One night the inhabitants heard the whistle of the storm and the howl of the wind. Trees cracked and snapped. Francesco had never seen such a storm in his whole life. The rain was not falling neither in drops, nor in streams, but in torrents, and muddy waters raged towards the village. They were twisting pieces of logs and the remains of household utensils. Here and there the ruins of houses loomed black above the water.

And all the wretched and chilled inhabitants of the village crowded on the hill, near the walls of the castle. The old man guarding the treasure opened the castle doors wide and let the people in. As soon as they were warm, the children began to run, shouting, but the faces of their fathers and mothers were still frown. In a night one storm took away what generations had earned by hard work. They lost their homes, their crops died, and their livestock drowned. The old man felt sorry for the people and said:

Thus a new life of Francesco Diboni and villagers began. The needle was really magical. Anyone who held this needle could make a fine, delicate, and hardly noticeable stitch. And everything that was sewn with this magic needle also became a piece of magic, struck with beauty, lightness, and seemed as if it glowing. So gradually, day after day, and year after year, Francesco Diboni mastered a new craft, learning all the nuances of this difficult task, plunging into the mystery of the high art of creating masterpieces. Soon, thanks to a new craft, Francesco helped the inhabitants restore the village, and all lived in prosperity and well-being. And the fame about the amazing village and its master Francesco Diboni spread quickly throughout Italy. King Umberto also heard the rumors. And the king ordered Francesco to come to court and show his skill. The way to the Palace was long and difficult, and on the way the golden needle was lost.

When Francesco arrived at the Palace and found out the needle was missing, he got frightened, but there was nothing to do. Diboni had to sew with a common needle. And, lo and behold, the ties made by the common needle turned out to be thin and elegant, and the fabric that was touched by the hands of the master, began to radiate different colors.

And then Francesco realized that for many years of painstaking work his own hands had become a kind of magic, and the magic needle was beside the point. When the order was finally completed, the king tried on the garment. Everyone who was present was stunned. They had never seen such filigree work before. The king looked younger and slimmer in this garment, it seemed as if he was floating in the air - so light the garment looked, and there was not a single tie on the thin fabric. The king was delighted and awarded Francesco Diboni a title of nobility, and wanted to make him court-tailor. But Diboni asked the king not to do that, promising to fulfill any of his orders.

Then for many, many years Francesco Diboni continued to create his masterpieces. His name became so popular, and his products became the standard of lightness, elegance and impeccable quality, that over time there were other things named after him. These are DIBONI clothing, DIBONI shoes, the famous DIBONI Grappa and many other things.