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The honor of the crown: Part II: The game
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The honor of the crown: Part II: The game |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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*This is a poem by V. Vysotsky, that I've translated into english. As we landed on the ground -- we sat down. All the pieces were already in thier spots. The photographers were swarming all around -- Flashing me, and trying to drive me nuts. But, even in my home,-- who can abate me? I won’t be beaten by reporters’ rude abuse! My unskillfulness will only aid me My opponent won’t be capable to rate me-- He won’t be able to foresee my moves. Lucky bastard, he’ll be first to go, People say that he is keen with white!-- From E-Two he moves up to E-Four, Seems familiar... that’s right--that’s right! It’s my turn, -- what can you do now, Steph?!-- Guessing, like through Tundra in the night... Queen is greater than the rest -- I recollect-- Moving back and forth, and right to left, While the pattern “L” is for the knights! Now I thank my fellow friend mechanic, Who has taught me every peiece’s route. Later I have learned-- that from the panic-- I have played a classical debut! I observed that not a blunder passed. And I thought about my chef – in woe, distress-- Oh, swap each figure for a liquor glass!-- And the board will prove who is the best! I could see—his fork begins to rattle-- Wants to eat—and I would eat the queen! With this appetizer, I could use a bottle! But alcohol’s prohibited within. And I’m hungry, -- do not be surprised!-- Eggs and coffee is our only food! Squares are more like circles in my eyes, Kings are more like aces in disguise, I confuse a double with debut. There’s a superstition – risk’s worth taking! -- “First time’s lucky!”—and I think I’m ready. I will punish him with constant checking -- Oh, if only I could make my pawn a lady! I can’t make a choice, all seems so blurry.-- And it’s time to strike, I take my aim! Hit him with the rook? -- Seems kind of surly Right hook to the jaw? – A little early, After all, it’s only our first game. Breaking my defense, he quickly strikes me -- With an Indian approach-- from every angle. This situation seemingly reminds me Of an Indo-Pakistani struggle! He should’ve never joked around with fate! I have my methods -- I attack when mad. If he decides to end it with a mate, Then, I will tackle him, becoming more irate, Or hit him with a knight... right on the head! Then, just a notch of speed I’ve started gaining— And all was not as dismal as it seemed. In the world of chess, a pawn, with training Can evolve, with time into a queen. With deception my opponent played: He’d get up and walk and come around. He proposed to me a castle trade, It is natural for him to be afraid-- When I bench three hundred lying down! I diminished his small figure with my stare. At the moment when he told me, “Check,” I revealed my biceps, strong and bare, Took my jacket off for more effect. At that moment everything grew quiet My opponent, watched me rise in awe He forgot the game for just a while, Realizing-- he was held confined, Suddenly agreed to have draw. [This message has been edited by Master (edited 02-24-2000).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"kings are more like aces in disguise..." Thank you, my friend, for this journey. |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
You're welcome, my friend! Glad that you enjoyed it! |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
IF you like this piece, read part I. |
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