ponycholka

zont ever buy no weed from DA GAS STATION

[michukoto]

i need interesting things to post so badly 😭😭😭

[ponycholka]

enjoying his struggle |･ω･)

[chessforhumans]

Chess Review, April 1962, page 104

("Andersson" should read "Anderson.")

taken from Chess Notes

[bellabs-dream-lab]

Just remembered I had this screenshot on my phone somewhere and had to post it here because it really speaks to me

[ponycholka]

Another time, we were talking about a famous grandmaster. «You know, G. [Genna], Koblenz knew him well from before the war, and he called him a bad word. I can't tell you what it was, because Nadezhda Andreevna [Smyslov’s wife]  is standing right next to me.» «What kind of word is it, V.V. [Vasilily Vasilievitch]? Tell me in a whisper...» «No, I can't. Even in a whisper, I can't...» «Well, at least tell me the first letter, and I'll figure it out.» «You're so persistent!" Well, I'll tell you: it starts with the letter 'd' ... » «With the letter 'd'? There are no swear words in Russian that start with the letter 'd'. Was it “durak”?» «No, not “durak”. If it was “durak”, I would have said it… » «I can't imagine, I must have left Russia a long time ago. Was it “dolbaeb”?» «Ew, G., what words! No, Alexander Naftalievich called him something else!» To this day, I still don't know what word Koblenz used to refer to grandmaster N

a rough translation from Genna Sosonko's book «Тогда. Шахматные эссе»

[gokusclit]

[michukoto]

[ponycholka]

similar energy

[miamaimania]

"The Peace (La paix)" (1937) ✦ Maud Gerard — oil on canvas

[quadratic-residue]

[ponycholka]

heartwarming: young chess grandmaster keeps the tradition alive 🥹

[themagicianfromriga]

champions and their wreaths

[michukoto]

the true story of bobby fischer

[padurenii]

Soviet Era Murals in Kazakhstan and Tashkent, Uzbekistan

[siksikkesin]

[bruzum]

[deermeiner]

A part 2 of favorite pictures from the photobook "Anatoly Karpov in the Photographs of Dmitry Donskoy: A Photo Album":

Karpov together with Kasparov:

With parents:

Playing with his son Tolya:

Childhood photo of baby Karpov:

Cutie <3

Doing some exercises:

Fishing:

With other chess players:

Playing billiard:

Touching grass:

That’s it. I love this guy.

[subwaybug]

❎ "my current mental state can cause me to be anxious, irrational, and overly reactive at times"

✅ "some sort of evil shadow self lurks within me that can only be defeated via battle of the mind combat"

[eliluminado7]

My name was Mitya Ivanovich of Ryazan. I was nine winters old when I died. In 1353 winter came early. The boyars took our grain, the wolves took our goats, and hunger took our minds. One night, I was sent to fetch water from the well. I leaned too far and saw my reflection tremble. Then the rope snapped. The well was bottomless, or so they said. They found my boots days later, frozen solid and standing upright like a man still waiting for spring. If you read this far, it’s too late to pretend you didn’t. You have until the next cockcrow to send this message to 10 villagers or one tax collector. A boyar’s son once received this message carved on birch bark. He laughed, said peasants have no ghosts, and burned it in his hearth. That night, his estate flooded with boiling kvass. A widow in Novgorod copied this tale and sent it to 12 others. The next morning, her cow gave birth to triplets. All healthy. She named them Mitya, Mitya, and Mitya. I still look over their bloodline. Send this to 10 people if you don't want to end up like the boyar's son. Your time starts now