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.

#книги
#the_Queens_Gambit

Краткая сводка, как прошёл созвон клуба))

#интересное

У меня видосик много лайков собрал)))

Больше, чем всегда, энивей

#из_жизни

Машинка (наполовину) склеена, русский сделан, математика сделана, чтение сделано, инопланетянина для английского нарисовали)) красота))

#из_жизни

А спонсор моего внезапного занятия искусством садоводства — Кот.

Без кота жизнь не та

#из_жизни