Book: Chess Novella

I had one as a diver in a bathysphere, immersed in a black ocean of silence and though vaguely conscious that the saving rope broke and that he never recovered from this speechless silence...

Is the narrow definition of "game" is not an insult to chess? However, this is not science, and not art, rather, something in between, floating between the two concepts, just as it hovers between heaven and earth is the sepulchre of Mohammed. This game combines the most contradictory concept: it is ancient and ever new; mechanical in its basis, but victorious only one who has imagination; limited tight geometric space - and at the same time, limitless in their combinations; continuously developing and fruitless; thought without output, math, and art without works of architecture without the stone. And yet, this game has stood the test of time better than all books and works of people, this is the only game that belongs to all peoples and all eras, and no one knows the name of the deity who brought it to earth to dispel the boredom, to Refine the mind, encourage the soul. Where its beginning and where is the end?

Enough, however, to reflect a bit and to make it clear that in chess, as a purely mental game, where randomness is excluded, the game against himself is absurd. The beauty of chess is, in essence, primarily in the fact that the strategy of the game is simultaneously in the minds of two different people, and each of them chooses his own way.

Very easy to consider yourself a great man, if your brain isn't burdened with the slightest suspicion that the world once lived a Rembrandt, Beethoven, Dante, and Napoleon.

... The tighter the frame, which limits a person, the more he, in a sense, approaching infinite.

Chess is like love, require a partner.