When I was a child, I had a fellow Armenian. It was called Oval.
I went with a friend to a classmate. His grandmother lived there. And so she liked the hairy Armenian boy, she didn’t go away from him, she said, “Go through, Oval, don’t be ashamed! Eat the cake, Oval, very delicious. Drink another compot, Oval.” And he was so embarrassed all the time, red.
And then, at one point, Oval came out of the table and went somewhere. A friend says, “Listen, grandmother, don’t call him Oval, please, he’s embarrassed. He’s called Arthur, and we call him Oval because he’s fat.”
This is a story about athletes, well or about the sport as such and a little about the army.
When the rotty built the recruits and gave the team - athletes, one step forward! A man walked five. The audience was quite hairy, a boxer, a free wrestler, a skier, a little-known karatist and some shibzdik.
Who are you? A rotting turned to him.
The first adult chess player. Until the candidate a little not reached, the army was taken, - he waited.
Rothny thought a little, to defend the honor of the company, and maybe the battalion in chess tournaments somehow did not have to, "but the hell knows him," he thought, maybe it will be useful.
Chess is not a sport. When the rotting went away, the boxer spoke. What shit is this, can you even turn a sunnycover on the tournament?
I don’t know about the tournament, I haven’t tried it, we’ve been training our brains. Think about two or three ahead of the opponent. And in the tournament... No, I probably won’t.
Here is it! No, you will wash our shape! - kicked him on the shoulder boxer, - well and so for the little things to bring and take. I understood?! to
Can I ask? - scratching the forehead, a chess player turned to him, - who do you think is stronger, a boxer or a fighter?
No, you have asked it! And as long as he'll do his captures, I'll let him knock-out several times. Do you know what a blow I got? Do you think I was the first boy to have beautiful eyes? A boxer is stronger.
Let’s check it out afternoon? I will talk to the fighter.
- Yes, no problem and this karatist also hint, I and him in the baron's horn...
In the evening, there were the first Soviet battles without rules. In order to do this, even the castle at the gym was quietly opened, where several chosen grandfathers and sergeants broke down after the defeat, in the form of a judge's college. The chess player was quite shrewd and organized everything according to the first number. Clashes between the representatives of the uniforms were launched by them clearly on schedule, almost every day. To find out what kind of sport has the maximum advantage over others, even the officers who were waiting at night became quiet. The movement took turns. Deciding who was stronger was quite difficult, everyone demanded revenge and everything started again. Karatists with boxers, fighters with athletes, all mixed up in these fierce battles.
“Yes, a chess player, and you’re not so simple...” said the rotting man, when he built a company somewhere in a month, “it’s not so simple! No, I don’t mind, you can beat each other bakers until they are completely blue. But the combat your blues are already embarrassed, because at first he thought it was partly a grandfather. And that means that this is the job, a chess player two steps forward! Explain, how did you even put our grandmother’s neck on your stakes?
My sport involves winning over an opponent if the combination is calculated for several moves forward! The chess player. If you want, I can do this sport as well.
Everything was gathering and gaining turns. What kind of fighting won everyone in fact, it may not be difficult to guess.