Короче, меня тут на днях Лиза заразила: хочу перечитать Ход королевы.
Я его читала года 2 назад на русском, год назад на английском. Плюс многократно пересматривала сериал. Обожаю эту книгу, хоть в шахматах и не особо разбираюсь. Есть в ней что-то очень атмосферное и притягательное. И я сейчас не только о Бенни Уоттсе)
По ходу буду присылать цитатки или какие-то моменты, которые понравились/вызвали желание поделиться своим бесценным мнением))
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Я его читала года 2 назад на русском, год назад на английском. Плюс многократно пересматривала сериал. Обожаю эту книгу, хоть в шахматах и не особо разбираюсь. Есть в ней что-то очень атмосферное и притягательное. И я сейчас не только о Бенни Уоттсе)
По ходу буду присылать цитатки или какие-то моменты, которые понравились/вызвали желание поделиться своим бесценным мнением))
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She stepped over to the first board, the one with Charles Levy sitting behind the black pieces. She reached out, picked up the king’s pawn and moved it to the fourth rank.
The surprising thing was how badly they played. All of them. In the very first games of her life she had understood more than they did. They left backward pawns all over the place, and their pieces were wide open for forks. A few of them tried crude mating attacks. She brushed those aside like flies. She moved briskly from board to board, her stomach calm and her hand steady. At each board it took only a second’s glance to read the position and see what was called for. Her responses were quick, sure and deadly. Charles Levy was supposed to be the best of them; she had his pieces tied up beyond help in a dozen moves; in six more she mated him on the back rank with a knight-rook combination.
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The surprising thing was how badly they played. All of them. In the very first games of her life she had understood more than they did. They left backward pawns all over the place, and their pieces were wide open for forks. A few of them tried crude mating attacks. She brushed those aside like flies. She moved briskly from board to board, her stomach calm and her hand steady. At each board it took only a second’s glance to read the position and see what was called for. Her responses were quick, sure and deadly. Charles Levy was supposed to be the best of them; she had his pieces tied up beyond help in a dozen moves; in six more she mated him on the back rank with a knight-rook combination.
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“Young lady,” Mr. Bradley said, “you have to buy the magazine or put it back.”
She turned, startled. “Can’t I just…?”
“Read the sign,” Mr. Bradley said.
In front of her was a hand-lettered sign: IF YOU WANT TO READ IT—BUY IT. Beth had fifteen cents and that was all. (...) Beth put the magazine back and left the store.
Halfway back up the block she stopped, thought a moment and went back. There was a stack of newspapers on the counter, by Mr. Bradley’s elbow. She handed him a dime and took one. (...) Beth took the copy of Chess Review and slipped it into her newspaper.
Outside in the sunshine she walked a block with the paper under her arm. At the first corner she stopped, took out the magazine and slipped it under the waistband of her skirt, covering it with her robbin’s-egg-blue sweater, made of reprocessed wool and bought at Ben Snyder’s. She pulled the sweater down loosely over the magazine and dropped the newspaper into the corner trash can.
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She turned, startled. “Can’t I just…?”
“Read the sign,” Mr. Bradley said.
In front of her was a hand-lettered sign: IF YOU WANT TO READ IT—BUY IT. Beth had fifteen cents and that was all. (...) Beth put the magazine back and left the store.
Halfway back up the block she stopped, thought a moment and went back. There was a stack of newspapers on the counter, by Mr. Bradley’s elbow. She handed him a dime and took one. (...) Beth took the copy of Chess Review and slipped it into her newspaper.
Outside in the sunshine she walked a block with the paper under her arm. At the first corner she stopped, took out the magazine and slipped it under the waistband of her skirt, covering it with her robbin’s-egg-blue sweater, made of reprocessed wool and bought at Ben Snyder’s. She pulled the sweater down loosely over the magazine and dropped the newspaper into the corner trash can.
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“... Play starts in twenty minutes. What’s your rating?”
“I don’t have a rating.”
“Have you ever played in a tournament before?”
“No.”
The man pointed to Beth’s money. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure.”
“We don’t have a woman’s section,” he said.
She just stared at him.
“I’ll put you in Beginners,” he said.
“No,” Beth said, “I’m not a beginner.”
The other young man had been watching them. “If you’re an unrated player, you go in Beginners with the people under sixteen hundred,” he said.
Beth had paid little attention to ratings in Chess Review, but she knew that masters had at least 2200. “What’s the prize for Beginners?” she said.
“Twenty.”
“What about the other section?”
“First prize in the Open is one hundred.”
“Is it against any rule for me to be in the Open?”
He shook his head. “Not a rule, exactly, but—”
“Then put me in it.” Beth held out the bills.
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“I don’t have a rating.”
“Have you ever played in a tournament before?”
“No.”
The man pointed to Beth’s money. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure.”
“We don’t have a woman’s section,” he said.
She just stared at him.
“I’ll put you in Beginners,” he said.
“No,” Beth said, “I’m not a beginner.”
The other young man had been watching them. “If you’re an unrated player, you go in Beginners with the people under sixteen hundred,” he said.
Beth had paid little attention to ratings in Chess Review, but she knew that masters had at least 2200. “What’s the prize for Beginners?” she said.
“Twenty.”
“What about the other section?”
“First prize in the Open is one hundred.”
“Is it against any rule for me to be in the Open?”
He shook his head. “Not a rule, exactly, but—”
“Then put me in it.” Beth held out the bills.
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Mrs. Wheatley wiped her chin with her napkin when she finished the wine and lit a final cigarette.
“Beth, dear,” she said, “there’s a tournament in Houston over the holidays, starting the twenty-sixth. I understand it’s very easy to travel on Christmas Day, since most people are eating plum pudding or whatever.”
“I saw,” Beth said. She had read the ad in Chess Review and wanted very much to go. But Houston had seemed awfully far away for a six hundred-dollar prize.
“I believe we could fly to Houston,” Mrs. Wheatley said brightly. “We could have a pleasant winter vacation in the sun.”
Beth was finishing her spumoni. “Okay,” she said and then, looking down at the ice cream, “Okay, Mother.”
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“Beth, dear,” she said, “there’s a tournament in Houston over the holidays, starting the twenty-sixth. I understand it’s very easy to travel on Christmas Day, since most people are eating plum pudding or whatever.”
“I saw,” Beth said. She had read the ad in Chess Review and wanted very much to go. But Houston had seemed awfully far away for a six hundred-dollar prize.
“I believe we could fly to Houston,” Mrs. Wheatley said brightly. “We could have a pleasant winter vacation in the sun.”
Beth was finishing her spumoni. “Okay,” she said and then, looking down at the ice cream, “Okay, Mother.”
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When she came back with her empty Coke bottle, he was still standing by the machine. He looked at her. “Hey,” he said pleasantly, “you’re Beth Harmon.”
She put the bottle in the case. “Yes.”
“I saw the piece in Life,” he said. “The game they printed was a pretty one.” It was the game she’d won against Beltik.
“Thanks,” she said.
“I’m Benny Watts.”
“I know.”
“You shouldn’t have castled, though,” he said smiling.
She stared at him. “I needed to get the rook out.”
“You could have lost your king pawn.”
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She put the bottle in the case. “Yes.”
“I saw the piece in Life,” he said. “The game they printed was a pretty one.” It was the game she’d won against Beltik.
“Thanks,” she said.
“I’m Benny Watts.”
“I know.”
“You shouldn’t have castled, though,” he said smiling.
She stared at him. “I needed to get the rook out.”
“You could have lost your king pawn.”
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Mrs. Wheatley’s voice sounded faint and anxious. “You might have called.”
“I’m sorry,” Beth said. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“I wouldn’t have minded…”
“Anyway, I’m all right. And I’m going to Cincinnati to see a movie. I won’t be home tonight either.”
There was a silence at the other end of the line.
“I’ll be back after school Monday.”
Finally, Mrs. Wheatley spoke. “Are you with a boy?”
“I was last night.”
“Oh.” Mrs. Wheatley’s voice sounded distant. “Beth…”
Beth laughed. “Come on,” she said. “I’m all right.”
“Well…” She still sounded grave, then her voice became lighter. “I suppose it’s all right. It’s just that—”
Beth smiled. “I won’t get pregnant,” she said.
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“I’m sorry,” Beth said. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“I wouldn’t have minded…”
“Anyway, I’m all right. And I’m going to Cincinnati to see a movie. I won’t be home tonight either.”
There was a silence at the other end of the line.
“I’ll be back after school Monday.”
Finally, Mrs. Wheatley spoke. “Are you with a boy?”
“I was last night.”
“Oh.” Mrs. Wheatley’s voice sounded distant. “Beth…”
Beth laughed. “Come on,” she said. “I’m all right.”
“Well…” She still sounded grave, then her voice became lighter. “I suppose it’s all right. It’s just that—”
Beth smiled. “I won’t get pregnant,” she said.
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When he had gone she went to look in the smaller room where Borgov played, but it was empty. The winning position—Borgov’s—was still displayed on the big board on the wall; it was as devastating as Beth’s win over Solomon had been.
In the ballroom she looked at the bulletin board. Some of tomorrow’s pairings were already up. That was a surprise. She stepped closer to look, and onher heart caught in her throat; at the top of the finals list in black printed letters was BORGOV—HARMON. She blinked and read it again, holding her breath.
Beth had brought three books with her to Mexico City. She and Mrs. Wheatley ate dinner in their room, and afterward Beth took out Grandmaster Games; in it were five of Borgov’s. She opened it to the first one and began to play through it, using her board and pieces. She seldom did this, generally relying on her ability to visualize a game when going over it, but she wanted to have Borgov in front of her as palpably as possible.
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In the ballroom she looked at the bulletin board. Some of tomorrow’s pairings were already up. That was a surprise. She stepped closer to look, and onher heart caught in her throat; at the top of the finals list in black printed letters was BORGOV—HARMON. She blinked and read it again, holding her breath.
Beth had brought three books with her to Mexico City. She and Mrs. Wheatley ate dinner in their room, and afterward Beth took out Grandmaster Games; in it were five of Borgov’s. She opened it to the first one and began to play through it, using her board and pieces. She seldom did this, generally relying on her ability to visualize a game when going over it, but she wanted to have Borgov in front of her as palpably as possible.
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