We're just pieces of wood - in your own words. Since we are not physically independent, you think we are inanimate, but not exactly so. We move you, are you moving troops into battle, it is true, but this does not mean that we do not have life.
Alt: I must stop already! Continue to call this a "battle", in reality do nothing but make us run back and forth like crazy, and when you send us to occupy a position in which he was a brother of like us, but in a different color, you say we have "eaten". And we're cannibals? Blessed one who is "eaten", instead, at least be a bit 'off and rest, have time to reflect on their mistakes, and then the box is much more comfortable than here, you can lie in the box. Know that the writer is now a pedestrian is in front on the first line, and knows what it means to be "eaten." Closed
parentheses. I was saying that each of us, each component of the army, is, during the "battle" - also postponed the deadline on, but if you do not understand, I am a black pawn never kill (pardon, "eat" for you people idiots) a brother, even if it is not my color, but you pseudo-humanoid brain with this thing of violence towards those who are of different colors you have even a little 'blood, I guess. Well, everything we used to say that you at your convenience, we believe only pieces of wood attached to the base with a wrap of green velvet, for us to prevent hang on ... what you call it? .. ah yes, "the board". What a stupid name, the form does not talk about it. If you are convinced that this is a battle, then you could do a similar field in a forest, a desert, or maybe the steppe, as stupid idea to make us kill barrel from Russia. But no, the field is made of black and white squares, perfectly regular in shape, no traps, pitfalls, rivers, bridges, swamps, shady areas than others. We are two armies that face the same potential in an area of \u200b\u200babsolute geometric regularity, perfectly symmetrical. Where you've never seen a war like this? It seems a battle lab, rather.
Uff ... know that I continue to dwell on these trifles and terms that you used in human and ends that I can not say what I mean.
I try to pick up the thread, I said to you that we are mere pieces of wood to run back and forth, and believe that we have no real soul? You, you will not think of the sadness of a bishop who is placed on the white box and live knowing that will never run around happy su diagonali di caselle nere; questo è ingiusto, ma è meglio che non torni sulla fissa che avete per i colori. E del Cavallo? Che dire a proposito del Cavallo? Lo fate muovere soltanto in quel modo bizzarro; pensate forse che un Cavallo non possa galoppare dritto? Ah già, essendo nata in Russia l’idea di questo bellissimo gioco, probabilmente eravate ciucchi di vodka nel momento in cui avete deciso le regole. E zac! Un momento di ubriachezza e avete scolpito nella pietra regole immutabili nell’eternità. La prova? Malgrado ci sia stata la Rivoluzione francese, noi non ci siamo ancora liberati dell’ ancient regime . Nel nostro quadrato figlio della perfezione assoluta non è ancora giunto il concetto dell'eguaglianza. We the Kings, yet! They have absolute freedom of movement, they, however, because in the minds of many stereotypes you people prevail, here the King, to reflect your imagination, are old and lame, and they are moved barely one step at a time, like me, the rest , except that I'm young, agile and alert, yet I move one step at a time anyway. Ah yes, the first time I move I concede two boxes: kindness, or haste on the part of both armies to get the other one in the army? Meanwhile the King is sitting back, repaired, if need castle as well (this later ...). Like all wars, this is a war between powerful, and send the rest of us as cannon fodder, in front, the front line. And what about a bit 'of the Tower? Since when do these fortresses of weight and size move so fast, even faster than horses.
But apart from the system of social inequality in which we are living apart from the caste of privileged people, apart from acts of racism which stain us against our will, apart from the shame of having to change the name depending on the box that deal (I think that this goes against the fundamental rights of every man), the most serious thing is that you think that chess we do not have a soul. Ridiculous. We're just pieces of wood, right? Let me tell you what happened to me lately.
I told you that I am a pawn, maybe I have not yet revealed the color: Black is quiet I was in my box, surrounded by reflections involved (I have a dream: the social equity and peace in the world) when a suddenly jumped by a white horse was the first time in front of me had disappeared a tower of my regiment (this has the paranormal all of us we're still wondering how it was possible, but if you like it ...). I have not had no chance to say goodbye quell'amichevole mass of brick on which to support the back when the King and Queen are not around, that .. poof .. was pulverized on the spot, without even any rubble that remained on the ground.
As I racked my brains I noticed immediately in front of me along the path vacated by the Horse, the most beautiful creature I had ever seen in my short career as a setback, a beautiful specimen of the White Queen. Oh, but you should see it! Imagine a blond angel, dressed in an elegant white fabric - fabric so forget them there in the West - with two braids on the shoulders drooping, that despite all the races done in all directions timidly smell fresh. High enough, wrapped in a princely dress that gave the idea of \u200b\u200bsoft, and that is not committed enough to conceal a body lean and balanced, but what attracted me most was the smell of fresh that you carry around. I'm not good at recognizing the smells, I was born here, and I'm always in this area shielded from wood, but thanks to you now I know the smell of roses and balsam. And that personality golly! What style, grace, that elegance in their movements! I kept an eye on a bit ', not forgetting even to outline a few smiles to me whenever the opportunity arose to do so without being tried for the crime of high treason.
Now, for example, there is no one around, I find myself in an area a bit 'desolate - are in the right quadrant is the part where the army ... Uff ... way, to understand: they are G6, which we first . I said, there is almost no one, soltanto un fratello, un Pedone che sta nella casella dietro di me, la cui lancia mi difende; a lui devo dire grazie: prima un Alfiere mi guardava in modo minaccioso. Era il classico ghigno malefico degli uomini di Chiesa, e ho avuto paura per una manciata di minuti (equivalenti a due mosse a testa; ma quanto siete lenti a pensare?!), ovvero fino a quando il vescovo dal sorriso satanico non si è visto zompare sullo sterno un equinosauro di 150 kg. Penserai di esser finito nel Regno dei Cieli, caro mio, ma secondo me sei finito soltanto nella scatola.
Passano i turni, Lei mi è vicina, a volte molto vicina, a volte è talmente vicina che rimango inebriato da quel profumo, così perdo la cognizione del tempo e rimango stordito nella my box, which the company thought of you I do not even narrower and narrower, but instead seems to be perfectly fitting to my small way, I do not want smaller or larger, in fact sometimes I forget even what color it is. Then she disappears, he goes somewhere, I go back and rationally. When I get down from the clouds are a thousand thoughts, but one predominates over all others: the terrible fear that my have eaten the (pass me the term I prefer to write "eaten" to say that it ended with the bishop in a box dark). I rintristisco I Corinth; here now this box is disgusting me close again, I would like to move fast, like the other pieces, più liberamente, vorrei poter girare tutte e 64 le caselle e andare a vedere adesso dove si trova, assicurarmi che sia salva, che non sia ferita e che sul suo viso sia ancora acceso quel candore luminoso; vorrei spingerla dolcemente contro il muro fortificato di una Torre, abbracciarla e baciarla in modo passionale; vorrei fuochi d'artificio in sottofondo, e applausi del castellano.
In realtà non posso muovermi da qui, per via delle vostre stupide regole.
Sempre regole, regole, regole. Mi tengono inchiodato qui, in questo punto anonimo, lontano dal gioco. Tutto si muove velocemente, pare che il resto della mia truppa conduca una battaglia il cui tempo è orchestrato dall'odio. Tutti si muovono frenetici a sbattono i piedi con eccessiva crudeness of movement, and I, still, are peace and love in person, and I do not want the clatter of knives around here scratch my thoughts that make graceful turns to it.
But here she comes back. Wow, how beautiful! She looks at me, smiles at me, too. Want to know how my brother has "eaten"? I'll tell you: zero. It is harmless, you see, I read it in his eyes, which are not bloodshot like those of all the others here, but they want peace and love, like mine. She and I are the only ones who understand that we are not in battle. We will go along, you'll see. In this square there will be monotonous while the bank of a stream which spread, we'll talk a lot, I'll tell myself, I dirà di lei; mi illuminerà il volto col chiarore del suo sguardo, poi faremo all'amore sotto le stelle e fianco a fianco ci addormenteremo.
Ad un tratto sento un rumore di passi, un velo di polvere si solleva da terra. Mi passa davanti il Pedone mio fratello, quello che mi proteggeva. “Stai attento”, mi fa passandomi a destra, “ti vedo distratto”.
Di lì in poi non ricordo nulla, ho sbattuto varie volte la testa facendo capriole avanti e indietro. Non ho la chiara percezione di cosa potesse essermi successo, ma devo essere stato travolto da qualcosa che con la forza di un tornado e la velocità di un fulmine mi ha scaraventato qui fuori dal mondo. Ora vedo tutto nero. Tenebre, nulla attorno a me a parte un smile that turns into the darkness of this cave is also disgustingly boxy. The grin of the clergy. In the hand I hold a piece of fine cloth that comes from the East. The smell, it smells fresh.
Alt: I must stop already! Continue to call this a "battle", in reality do nothing but make us run back and forth like crazy, and when you send us to occupy a position in which he was a brother of like us, but in a different color, you say we have "eaten". And we're cannibals? Blessed one who is "eaten", instead, at least be a bit 'off and rest, have time to reflect on their mistakes, and then the box is much more comfortable than here, you can lie in the box. Know that the writer is now a pedestrian is in front on the first line, and knows what it means to be "eaten." Closed
parentheses. I was saying that each of us, each component of the army, is, during the "battle" - also postponed the deadline on, but if you do not understand, I am a black pawn never kill (pardon, "eat" for you people idiots) a brother, even if it is not my color, but you pseudo-humanoid brain with this thing of violence towards those who are of different colors you have even a little 'blood, I guess. Well, everything we used to say that you at your convenience, we believe only pieces of wood attached to the base with a wrap of green velvet, for us to prevent hang on ... what you call it? .. ah yes, "the board". What a stupid name, the form does not talk about it. If you are convinced that this is a battle, then you could do a similar field in a forest, a desert, or maybe the steppe, as stupid idea to make us kill barrel from Russia. But no, the field is made of black and white squares, perfectly regular in shape, no traps, pitfalls, rivers, bridges, swamps, shady areas than others. We are two armies that face the same potential in an area of \u200b\u200babsolute geometric regularity, perfectly symmetrical. Where you've never seen a war like this? It seems a battle lab, rather.
Uff ... know that I continue to dwell on these trifles and terms that you used in human and ends that I can not say what I mean.
I try to pick up the thread, I said to you that we are mere pieces of wood to run back and forth, and believe that we have no real soul? You, you will not think of the sadness of a bishop who is placed on the white box and live knowing that will never run around happy su diagonali di caselle nere; questo è ingiusto, ma è meglio che non torni sulla fissa che avete per i colori. E del Cavallo? Che dire a proposito del Cavallo? Lo fate muovere soltanto in quel modo bizzarro; pensate forse che un Cavallo non possa galoppare dritto? Ah già, essendo nata in Russia l’idea di questo bellissimo gioco, probabilmente eravate ciucchi di vodka nel momento in cui avete deciso le regole. E zac! Un momento di ubriachezza e avete scolpito nella pietra regole immutabili nell’eternità. La prova? Malgrado ci sia stata la Rivoluzione francese, noi non ci siamo ancora liberati dell’ ancient regime . Nel nostro quadrato figlio della perfezione assoluta non è ancora giunto il concetto dell'eguaglianza. We the Kings, yet! They have absolute freedom of movement, they, however, because in the minds of many stereotypes you people prevail, here the King, to reflect your imagination, are old and lame, and they are moved barely one step at a time, like me, the rest , except that I'm young, agile and alert, yet I move one step at a time anyway. Ah yes, the first time I move I concede two boxes: kindness, or haste on the part of both armies to get the other one in the army? Meanwhile the King is sitting back, repaired, if need castle as well (this later ...). Like all wars, this is a war between powerful, and send the rest of us as cannon fodder, in front, the front line. And what about a bit 'of the Tower? Since when do these fortresses of weight and size move so fast, even faster than horses.
But apart from the system of social inequality in which we are living apart from the caste of privileged people, apart from acts of racism which stain us against our will, apart from the shame of having to change the name depending on the box that deal (I think that this goes against the fundamental rights of every man), the most serious thing is that you think that chess we do not have a soul. Ridiculous. We're just pieces of wood, right? Let me tell you what happened to me lately.
I told you that I am a pawn, maybe I have not yet revealed the color: Black is quiet I was in my box, surrounded by reflections involved (I have a dream: the social equity and peace in the world) when a suddenly jumped by a white horse was the first time in front of me had disappeared a tower of my regiment (this has the paranormal all of us we're still wondering how it was possible, but if you like it ...). I have not had no chance to say goodbye quell'amichevole mass of brick on which to support the back when the King and Queen are not around, that .. poof .. was pulverized on the spot, without even any rubble that remained on the ground.
As I racked my brains I noticed immediately in front of me along the path vacated by the Horse, the most beautiful creature I had ever seen in my short career as a setback, a beautiful specimen of the White Queen. Oh, but you should see it! Imagine a blond angel, dressed in an elegant white fabric - fabric so forget them there in the West - with two braids on the shoulders drooping, that despite all the races done in all directions timidly smell fresh. High enough, wrapped in a princely dress that gave the idea of \u200b\u200bsoft, and that is not committed enough to conceal a body lean and balanced, but what attracted me most was the smell of fresh that you carry around. I'm not good at recognizing the smells, I was born here, and I'm always in this area shielded from wood, but thanks to you now I know the smell of roses and balsam. And that personality golly! What style, grace, that elegance in their movements! I kept an eye on a bit ', not forgetting even to outline a few smiles to me whenever the opportunity arose to do so without being tried for the crime of high treason.
Now, for example, there is no one around, I find myself in an area a bit 'desolate - are in the right quadrant is the part where the army ... Uff ... way, to understand: they are G6, which we first . I said, there is almost no one, soltanto un fratello, un Pedone che sta nella casella dietro di me, la cui lancia mi difende; a lui devo dire grazie: prima un Alfiere mi guardava in modo minaccioso. Era il classico ghigno malefico degli uomini di Chiesa, e ho avuto paura per una manciata di minuti (equivalenti a due mosse a testa; ma quanto siete lenti a pensare?!), ovvero fino a quando il vescovo dal sorriso satanico non si è visto zompare sullo sterno un equinosauro di 150 kg. Penserai di esser finito nel Regno dei Cieli, caro mio, ma secondo me sei finito soltanto nella scatola.
Passano i turni, Lei mi è vicina, a volte molto vicina, a volte è talmente vicina che rimango inebriato da quel profumo, così perdo la cognizione del tempo e rimango stordito nella my box, which the company thought of you I do not even narrower and narrower, but instead seems to be perfectly fitting to my small way, I do not want smaller or larger, in fact sometimes I forget even what color it is. Then she disappears, he goes somewhere, I go back and rationally. When I get down from the clouds are a thousand thoughts, but one predominates over all others: the terrible fear that my have eaten the (pass me the term I prefer to write "eaten" to say that it ended with the bishop in a box dark). I rintristisco I Corinth; here now this box is disgusting me close again, I would like to move fast, like the other pieces, più liberamente, vorrei poter girare tutte e 64 le caselle e andare a vedere adesso dove si trova, assicurarmi che sia salva, che non sia ferita e che sul suo viso sia ancora acceso quel candore luminoso; vorrei spingerla dolcemente contro il muro fortificato di una Torre, abbracciarla e baciarla in modo passionale; vorrei fuochi d'artificio in sottofondo, e applausi del castellano.
In realtà non posso muovermi da qui, per via delle vostre stupide regole.
Sempre regole, regole, regole. Mi tengono inchiodato qui, in questo punto anonimo, lontano dal gioco. Tutto si muove velocemente, pare che il resto della mia truppa conduca una battaglia il cui tempo è orchestrato dall'odio. Tutti si muovono frenetici a sbattono i piedi con eccessiva crudeness of movement, and I, still, are peace and love in person, and I do not want the clatter of knives around here scratch my thoughts that make graceful turns to it.
But here she comes back. Wow, how beautiful! She looks at me, smiles at me, too. Want to know how my brother has "eaten"? I'll tell you: zero. It is harmless, you see, I read it in his eyes, which are not bloodshot like those of all the others here, but they want peace and love, like mine. She and I are the only ones who understand that we are not in battle. We will go along, you'll see. In this square there will be monotonous while the bank of a stream which spread, we'll talk a lot, I'll tell myself, I dirà di lei; mi illuminerà il volto col chiarore del suo sguardo, poi faremo all'amore sotto le stelle e fianco a fianco ci addormenteremo.
Ad un tratto sento un rumore di passi, un velo di polvere si solleva da terra. Mi passa davanti il Pedone mio fratello, quello che mi proteggeva. “Stai attento”, mi fa passandomi a destra, “ti vedo distratto”.
Di lì in poi non ricordo nulla, ho sbattuto varie volte la testa facendo capriole avanti e indietro. Non ho la chiara percezione di cosa potesse essermi successo, ma devo essere stato travolto da qualcosa che con la forza di un tornado e la velocità di un fulmine mi ha scaraventato qui fuori dal mondo. Ora vedo tutto nero. Tenebre, nulla attorno a me a parte un smile that turns into the darkness of this cave is also disgustingly boxy. The grin of the clergy. In the hand I hold a piece of fine cloth that comes from the East. The smell, it smells fresh.
Here's the story from another point of view: Confessions of a Queen
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