Chess Page #6

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Will you understand

EVER!

I know that he needs a goal, a plan.

I am just like that!

I am just like that!

-You believing that is a mystery to me.

I know what he wants!

- To understand is to forgive.

I know what he wants.

An old dachshund? Is that how you see me?

- Where is Misha?

Perhaps I am an old dachshund?

Perhaps I dont want to adapt to all novelties?

Where is Misha?

You wonder where your son is.

Ill put it like this:

Your egocentric dreams of freedom make

it impossible for him to be where you are.

Dont talk bullshit!

Youve adopted the western

ideology very fast:

Think of yourself, first and foremost.

Are you trying to denigrate me?

Thats ridiculous!

You know me; weve known

each other for fifteen years.

I have worked, been loyal,

honored my commitments.

The Party has had a lot

of good use of me.

My name has been used as a role

model in many important contents

Ive always been on tour,

played exhibition matches in

hundreds of local chess clubs,

met thousands of workers,

Party members, students.

Ive given my life to the

interest of the people.

I have been Russian Champion

three times

received a decoration for Especially

Meritorious Soviet Citizen!

Since when do I only think of myself?

I still live in a two room apartment

in the outskirt of Moscow,

with a salary that barely

supports my family.

So your defection has

to do with your family?

My son, first and foremost.

How convenient.

You, whos been a damn

bachelor your whole life,

will not sit here and

moralize about my marriage!

There was a time,

a time of rapture for us who

could read the words of Lenin.

He came, like a god

descended from heaven,

down to a plague-stricken world.

And every question

got a clear answer,

absolute logic, the truth

was obvious.

But sacrifices are necessary

for something grand,

and sacrifices I have made.

I saw a glimpse

of her cheek

as the train left.

It was the worst moment of my life.

I have never in my life

seen her since,

Never since.

A sad moment,

a silent farewell.

Her eyes told me:

`You and I

it was us,

but you betrayed me today.

You, my husband,

forget if you can.

Some time passed,

I became a strange to myself,

changed more than I knew.

More a principle,

yes like a fixed idea,

than a man of flesh and blood.

So in the red maw of the revolution

I too was ground into

a new type of captivity.

Natasha became a dream I dreamt,

but never forgot.

I saw a glimpse

of her cheek

as the train left.

It was the worst moment of my life.

I have never in my life

seen her since,

never since.

A sad moment,

a silent farewell.

Her eyes told me:

You and I

it was us, but you

betrayed me today.

You, my husband,

forget me if you can.

So you want your son

but not your wife?

How to find our way through this maze

of impulses and emotional outbursts?

What do you mean?

Im worried about you.

I havent recognized you the last couple

of days.You seem very pressured.

Are you trying to paint me as a lunatic?

Just like that. Good luck.

Yes, the asylum personnel are

already waiting outside..

with a morphine shot

and a straightjacket.

Perhaps.

Youre a big comedian.

Ive always thought so.

Listen carefully.

The next chess game

will be your last.

Youll lose to Trumper.

Youll give up

since your health condition makes the rest

of the match impossible

you will fly to a hospital in

Moscow this very evening.

You are the first to admit that

your nightly visit to an American consulate

where you under remarkable

circumstances applied for political asylum

happened due to delirium

and a massive intake of alcohol.

You regret all the trouble youve caused

and withdraw your application

for asylum, effecting immediately.

Concerning Ms Vaszi, she will be

put under surveillance

I think its clear to you what will happen

to your family if you chose to stay in the West.

When can I get to see my son?

You ask me? An old dachshund?

TAL:

TAL:

LASKER:

STEINITZ:

STEINITZ:

ALIKINE:

BOTVINNIK:

SMYSLOV:

SPASSKY:

EUWE:

FISCHER:

PETROSIAN:

ANDERSEN:

CAPABLANCA:

CAPABLANCA:

KARPOV:

MORPHY:

CAPABLANCA:

What can I say?

What can I do?

Everything I felt,

what's thats happened,

can you explain?

I was too foolish to understand.

Foolish and nave.

I stepped right into the trap.

Can you take my word:

you are my everything.

You are my day, my night.

You are life

when it beats.

The wave that rolls in,

everything that vibrates.

You and I:

dreams made of glass,

crushed with one blow.

We stand among the shards,

we who belong together.

Separated, we leave.

What have I given you?

Have I betrayed you?

Do I have a choice?

The thoughts spin.

I want to keep you.

I have had enough of all games.

Now we are over,

now its over.

Can you forgive my betrayal?

I am your friend.

You are my sorrow,

my tears.

You are the pain when it breaks.

The wave that rolls in,

everything that vibrates.

You and I:

dreams made of glass,

crushed with one blow.

We stand among the shards,

we who belong together.

Separated, we leave.

A game of chess is strategy.

Each square hides something big.

In laughter and play,

in sorrow and betrayal,

youll learn from the

mistakes youve made.

How did it happen when chess was

shaped long ago in India?

Two princes were feuding, so the

story goes, about the countrys sacred seal.

And their father and mother,

wailed and cried like all we parents do.

They pleaded:
Now stop before

someone dies but still a brother fell

What have you done?

His mother was beside herself.

Alas, your crime is grave.

No, your father can never forgive you.

Father, try to understand,

he wanted to kill me.

No, you have to leave.

You were my son,

but I repudiate you.

He left.

After some time,

he came back and counterattacked

with the help of small soldiers painted

in lacquer and placed on a chequered table,

so that he could prove

his brothers cruel plan.

Thats how he created chess.

On the shores of the Euphrates,

through the alleys and lanes of Babylon

People soon enjoyed the values of chess,

gave this wonder a song.

In a bivouac, when the city of

Byzantinium in the year 1453

through the smoke of gunpowder

and the light of explosions

could you see the refugees

play chess.

From Tiberian shores the board floated

to the kings court in a golden renaissance.

People played as if no other entertainment

existed and soon all played chess.

And every game

got rules and reason

Plan and strategy

Soon got a hint of power and corruption.

Chess became widely spread

by peasant and by king

Everything became black and white

and received the touch

of Freud and Mao Zedong.

And at the end, here is a game

born from a knife in Hindustan

and flourished for a while

in the songs of Iran

The simplest but also the hardest

of all known parlour games

for all and everyone with an open soul

For old men and children of modern times.

I see a picture Ive experienced before.

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