Losing must be so decent that the winner becomes insupportably ashamed of his shameful victory.

When this story happened and was quite fresh, I told it, with puppy enthusiasm, to all my loved ones and acquaintances. Later, I recalled it often, but I did not decide to tell. The story might seem unlikely.
In February 1972, I, a very young man, was given a wedding gift at work – they provided two trips to the Black Sea Pension.
In the summer, of course, about such a gift and dreaming was funny. And then they congratulated me and removed my summer vacation.
From the first days of rest, several tournaments were organized at once. I played chess quite well when I was young. At the amateur level. The first place was always mine. Sometimes he performed well for the collective at the city spartakis. But at a serious, professional level, I never had to act.
Enrolled in the chess tournament for the first pention. Mostly, all the parties were quick and light.
In the room, next to our, lived a quiet and unnoticed couple. Both under 40. Wherever you meet them, he must have supported his spouse under the pen. In the dining room, where everyone was always sitting in permanent seats, they ate at the next table.
We met and greeted in the hallway. introduced to each other.
He is Misha. I do not remember my wife. We are also named. I asked their paternity, Michael only wrapped his head, saying, not so much difference in age. They praised me as a chess player – it turns out, they went in and watched the tournament.
My young wife was proud to tell me about my successes in chess production. Misha proposed to play with him. They took a board on the floor and sat in the hall. The women quietly cried something.
My, at first, firm position suddenly dissolved and it became clear that it was pointless to continue the party. I surrendered and told Misha that I understood where I was “missing.” He quickly moved the figures into a position where no one had an advantage. Continued differently. Five or six moves was enough to realize that I was “cranks” again. Return to a familiar position. I, taking into account the mistakes, went for the third continuation.
The process is different, and the result is the same. Three defeats for one game.
We split up and started playing a whole new game. I can’t say a lot – in each game I had two or three losses. Not once, not a single hint of none’s outcome. I became upset and began to persuade Michael to take part in the tournament. If I’m all there, he’s champion. Misha severely refused, but from that moment on, in every tournament game, for me, except for my own wife, our neighbors were sick. And in the evening, after dinner, we gathered in the hall where I was getting my portion of matts.
The first place I, however, took, although the chance helped - my main competitor unexpectedly lost to a man who had no wins before that meeting.
In the evening before dinner, the sports and cultural organizer came to the club-table, asked for silence and announced the results of the chess tournament. Me and two other prize-winners were asked to go out for the award. And suddenly he that in their modest pension rested ex-chess world champion Mikhail Tal! I asked everyone to ask Michael.
Nehemyevich to give awards to the winners of the tournament.
Everyone in the room turned their heads, then stood up and began to applaud.
It is clear that the applause was not intended for the prize-winners, but for the world-famous Michael Thale, whom few people knew in the face.
Giving me my diploma, Misha smiled:
What, champion, after dinner in the hall?

I decided to tell you this story in addition to someone’s recent note about the simplicity and modesty of the very early deceased Michael Tal.

Two pensioners sit in a park on a bench. There is a girl in a mini jersey. One of the retirees said dreamingly:
Oh, I would have been 18 now!
The second answers:
Are you fooled, Petrovich? Five minutes of suspicion.
Pleasure for 40 years!

(People write on the forum for the merits and disadvantages of Skyrim)

I’m not going to judge the pros and cons, I just think that eating 3 strawberries in the middle of a battle is disrespectful to any hardcore RPG player.

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xx: Have you watched "what else men are talking about"?
I looked at it, shit. After the movie there was a feeling that it was like I did not watch the movie, but with friends in the kitchen talked about life.
y: On the other hand, if they sought to this effect, the film is XDD.

Guys from the group are all superstitious, before the exam do not shave... I have these signs on the drum... I don’t believe anything, I decided to break the myth:) Demonstratively shaved before the exam, everyone is in shock, what you say, you will not give up.
In the end, he gave 5
Then with the next as well, and so on until the end of the session...
And what do you think... I’m now the most superstitious in the group :)
by Eugene

It is often said that when a man has a short penis - he grows long hair - so that at least something is long and attracts girls. (c) Til Lindemann (Rammstein)

Let’s see how he says this to Gigi!!!! to

@gapess: Pizdec: Get up at 6, go to work, come home at 23, and personal life when? She still has to jump! :D

News on Rambler
A total of 75 deaths from shark attacks were recorded last year, 12 of which were fatal.

We sit with a colleague at work (working in the warehouse) for lunch.
Both have lunch "Dossier"
I'm here my girlfriend in Doshyrak only has a snack and no soup.
He (melancholy and with a longing voice) Нууу...the rich have their wonders...

I remember the New Year was celebrated by friends somewhere in the year at 91, it must be said that we lived in the village and the benefits of civilization were not in everyone. There was a five-year-old girl who had not seen toilets in her life, and then she went to the toilet (with the toilet), did her business, came to her mother and slowly sparks: "Where to take the pot?", Well, mother, not thinking, answers her: "Well, take out the street," the girl left, returned after 10 minutes, squeezed, with turning tears and says: "Mom, help me, I can't do it!"...

In one of the social networks comment to the photo of the cuddly curved girl:

and Yuri:
I saw the picture - Nits fell, Nemya.
Unclear bitter and lazy.
Thank you, I showed you, Laurel,
Mysterious posture "the letter Zhu"...

Today on RBC TV. Mexican drug cartels have pledged to halt violence during the Pope’s visit. As touching

Who is the Interior Minister at home?
and Mom!
What should she do?
to listen!
Who is Andrew?
Head of family!
What should he do?
to respect!
And to listen?? to
and Mom!

1 – Secretary and Pipet.
2 – What is it?
1 - Well, you are an adult, tell me how to decipher OOO?
A limited liability company.
1 - Woooot, and she wrote yesterday to four dismissed guys - a disabled society!

Have you killed at least one duck in your life on the TV that you need iPhones? by Mr. Jay

What kind of frost?? to
I stood today, waiting for the electric.The jacket was red, the beards and the beard were covered with injection and became white.
A 7-year-old boy came and asked, “Father Christmas, what are you doing here?

What to answer, I did not invent.

Give me money!
But for it to be really the best gift, it must be money made with your own hands!)
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