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Genius as a problem
Harry Kasparov - fifty years!
In a different scenario of the anniversary today, the “Time” program would tell me-few of those living in the subordinate territory brought so much glory to their country ... a country that was once associated with the triumph of intelligence. But the administration made sure that the hero of the day was easier to separate the grains from the chaff. The anniversary of Kasparova today is his personal human holiday, and for us, who was lucky enough to be wound near this divine coil, this day is an occasion to tell him aloud the words of respect and love.
Love Kasparov, by the way, is quite difficult. It suppresses not only behind the board - but there is something to suppress! “You insult my brain,” Harry Kimovich quotes these words from the “godfather” often and with pleasure: there is a brain.
And they are attached to this unprecedented brain - you think - a pure civilian feeling, a powerful emotional structure and a completely children's belief that everything should be fair. And the surprise from the fact that this is not so.
A chess view of the world, the installation on the fact that the whites begin and win, that everyone solves intelligence, labor and will, and the rules are one for everyone, and you can’t just scoop up a losing position from the boards and smear the figures across the opponent’s face! .. - All this, of course, makes genius vulnerable in politics, where only this is done.
Harry Kasparov will not be president, oh no.
What a blessing if you think about it.
At least for him.
In the nineteen year (when sick and hammer still hung everywhere) Kasparov insisted that he would play his championship match under the opposition at that time with a tricolor. It was very bright - in every sense of the word! He was young, and he was a winner.
After almost a quarter of a century in a country degrading before our eyes, a country that has firmly chose its current tricolor from a fucked-gray, just gray and dirty gray-such a country can only gloom addressed to him: lost, lost ...
He?
Or are we?
Harry Kasparov is a gold reserve of the nation. I specify specifically for patients on the head - the Russian nation! And he continues to bring her glory. Once in New York (with me-and to my terrible writer's envy), he signed in one sitting one half a hundred copies of his new book ...
This is not to throw you zigi. This is - the glory of Russia!
And when he invests his rather big personal money (also, by the way, not a big reason for love) in an attempt to change something for the better in his homeland-this is patriotism!
This is not the sawing of Sochi by the forces of the members of the Lake Cooperative and the search for ampho among the Siberians to the joy of morons ...
Once in the Ice Putin's time, in the middle of the shameful “zero”, to my consideration about the little chances of the success of the Caspars, shrugging his shoulders, answered with a chess axiom: when there is little material, we must attack!
The amount of material is still not comparable, and no intelligence will help here: they still have a little that they throw the figures in the face of the enemy, like May 6 last year in Bolotnaya ...
They will wait for the board to rot.
In order not to waste time in vain, Kasparov can be swore a couple of times and break something for him, you can pushing him out of the country, as they pushed out of politics-not Newton's bin ... You can tell the Russians that Kasparov is running around Moscow and biting riot police at night.
You can insult his brain three hundred times, the matter is simple.
It is much more difficult - to rise on tiptoe to get at least a minimum idea of the point of his review. And it’s completely impossible to come to terms with the fact that somewhere next to you a free, successful, brilliant person lives.
God give him health.
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From the book "Raisins from the Book."
Not a king
In November 2007, Harry received five days of arrest from the regime. It was a happy case - if not for Kasparov, then for Petrovka, 38: not every day they bring geniuses to these dull places.
After waiting for the departure of the evil authorities, the inquisitive personnel reached out to the arrested (play chess - using, so to speak, by the hopeless position of blacks ...)
And one sergeant picked up to Kasparov with conversations about politics.
“Kimych,” he said, “will you be a king?”
Kasparov tried to transfer the fighter into a democratic paradigm, but he did not seize monarchical logic: since he is against the king, then you want it to the kings yourself! Then the political light was interrupted: the interlocutor of Kasparova suddenly closed and hid some offense. However, he did not hide her for long.
“You lied to me, Kimych!”
- When?
- Said you have a wife from St. Petersburg?
“He said,” Kasparov confirmed.
- And now you say: the mother of the son is from Odessa.
“Well, yes,” Kasparov confirmed, “a wife from St. Petersburg, and the mother of this boy is from Odessa ...
And, expanding the universe in the monogamous head of an employee of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he added inadvertently:
- I still have a daughter in America ...
A message about the American daughter finished off the sergeant.
- Well, Kimych! He breathed. “I thought you were the king, and you are a sultan!”
The third edition of Viktor Shenderovich’s book “Raisins from the Book”, which will include this and three more new stories, is preparing for the exit in the publishing house “Time”.
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