I am Russian; I know how to play chess. My father taught me when I was three or four. We played a lot and he would always win. I got frustrated with that and one day, when I was five, I didn’t announce my check. On the next move, I grabbed his king and claimed my victory.
He was so angry that he turned red and almost hit me. This frightened me so much that I lost my drive for chess that very moment.
I still understand its beauty and solve a chess problem about once a decade. Look for a cute chess puzzle in my next post.Share: