Chess Page #4

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I envy you.

No one thinks like you.

You make me weak,

you should be my enemy.

One who is polished and hard

and sharp like a sword.

Im blaming it all on you

and the strange wonder

has occurred

that Ive suddenly got my life back.

Now Im standing here

isnt there anything

that can stop me

from sharing a moment

on the mountain with you.

This is a new political scandal.

A sensation, the world marvels.

Its a scoop and everyone

wants to be first.

One mediocrity found another.

What a picture.

How sweet.

Believe me, he will grow

tired soon, too.

I did pretty quickly.

Where is she now?

What will I do?

Is it true? Is this what

Ive done? I think it is.

How could it happen?

What she said yesterday

was the truth:

she's my only friend.

I remember my father.

I remember his laughter.

His old harmonica

and his thick, ticklish moustache.

They always kissed,

him and my mother.

And then one day

he disappeared.

We went far away.

My mother she cried and cried.

You see,

of my fathers history

I know nothing now.

The land I was taken from

I dont remember anymore.

But tell me, what do you feel?

I havent thought about it.

Do that.

Holy Mother of God,

make me humble when I before

your light-encased picture kneel.

I dont ask for salvation,

I dont ask for victory,

I dont ask for my soul,

the dry desert..

that wanders the world

without a home.

Let the ruler of darkness

draw his sword,

threating and wrathful.

He perishes,

but in the land of my heart

peace will prevail.

She is everlasting,

since our Earth was created.

Before blood was shed,

before flags flew,

she sang her song.

And I still love her

in spite of war,

poverty and despair.

She brings comfort,

she is my support.

And how do I leave her?

My answer:

I cross borders,

but Im still here.

How can I break

such ties?

All the kingdoms in the world

are built on shifting sand.

There are no borders

in the land of my heart.

Soviet champion seeks asylum!

Earthquake in chessworld

How chess was scandalized

Act 2

How nice of you to stop by

because Ive started to wonder a bit.

But how lucky:

Here one can read everything

about your horrible deceit,

as I should have suspected

- Wait!

Youre judging me?

Of course you take that liberty

After everything

youve done to me.

Youre selling yourself,

poisoning my life!

The way you prostitute yourself.

You think you know how I think

and feel, but look at yourself

You walk around in some kind

of dream world and know nothing,

about how the world around

you actually looks.

Ha! So you want to break up?

Once I thought that the road

was clear,

that you were a part of my life.

I was yours.

Now youre just a pain for me.

- And Im grateful for that,

believe me! Youll regret every

clich youve said!

Can you speak louder?

Im not a child,

I know what Im doing.

Im not a child,

I know what Im doing.

Call home to your mother!

So you want to ruin your life with that man

who only can offer you bread and water

in a small, chilly one-room apartment

in a suburb somewhere in Moscow.

Im sure thatll be f***ing great!

I learned the art of survival

when I was seven.

I was my only friend,

then was the same as now.

And when I created my dream world,

in my room, voices

were heard from downstairs

full of hatred and ridicule.

My mothers nagging,

my fathers arrogance.

As if I didnt exist.

Who sees a child who has ambitions

when he seems stupid and mute?

When his parents see a stranger,

uninteresting and stupid.

Who sees a child who shuts

himself away,

who gets sick of the turmoil outside,

who knows hes just in the way

who never asks for anything

for himself?

Because everything he does

is wrong.

When I was ten my father fled

without a word to us

who were left behind.

He clearly showed that I

wasnt good enough.

I was a wimp and probably gay.

I thought his departure

would bring

my mother and I closer together.

But she had a call

the very same evening.

Then she became

every mans property.

Yeah, her bed was never empty.

I closed the door and

closed my eyes,

but I heard the same

old sounds again.

I took the broad, easy

path without feeling any shame.

With my talent and my hunger

I easily made my way.

Who sees a child

without any armor?

Without defenses he remains

always last in line.

Indifference, his reward.

She never got to see my triumphs,

why should I ask her?

Who sees a child who doesnt

have the strength to finally break free?

It was my belief,

my sincere wish,

to find the way out.

Does she ever feel loss,

or sorrow?

Does she feel that there is

a connection?

At least sometimes?

I would never dare call home.

What if she says Who?

You think I dont understand

the step I take

the choice I make

the risk I take.

You see a betrayal,

a defeat

as my last move.

Look at the fool, he is wise!

The strong one, weak!

Youre judging me,

but youre the same as me.

Its very easy

to go to the priest.

Its very quiet

the day after the party.

A marriage shows

all our flaws.

What a damned way

to smile and lie.

What right do you have

to beg and persuade?

To come here and judge

like some sort of headmaster?

When youre standing there,

feeling

and sharing your genius

with all your friends

like crazy cult members,

spiritual nudists,

youre walking all over other

people without even seeing them.

You leave your dear ones

where you found them,

and there are more and more of us,

who are more and more disgusted.

I mourn the things

that are happening.

You have all the right words

Trust my word:

whatever happens

Ill win wherever Ill go

in the world.

You should take it easy

and talk quietly.

You will fall heavily

from the kings throne.

There are many before you

who have disappeared.

F***ing idiot.

Dont you interfere,

you Bolsheviks!

Dont you have any discipline?

You stand here screaming..

.. as if all Hell is loose

There you can burn!

But what is this noise?

A guest at our hotel

should be picky

and not tolerate

screams and arguments

like those your

friends excel in.

We get paid for

cleaning up among those who fail

to show manners and finesse

and for being on the lookout

for criminality and anarchy.

You all should take it easy

and talk quietly.

Who will put an end to

this aggression?

s there any room for

Hope and Passion?

But dont you have an answer?

Youre the only one who

hasnt been humiliated by this!

You despise my talent.

Youre an ass!

Just get out and take

your whore with you as you go..

Everything you say proves

that you havent understood a thing!

Judas!

- Nothing!

Nothing! NOTHING!

You have all the right words

but you are toothless.

Trust my word:

whatever happens

Ill win wherever Ill go

in the world.

Is there anyone on this earth..

who wishes me well?

who doesnt take

my name, my soul?

Who wont beat..

my dreams to death?

Who wont kill your dreams?

Yes, there is one.

And who would that be?

I dont know anyone anyway.

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