The Life and Chess ...

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As they say in Harry Potter, Happy Christmas.

What to do with a poor pawn? It is doomed. Her destiny is.
It's time to pray.
Changes his crown on the helmet adamant our valiant King, as a duty and honor were told. Oh, just a sip by the current trail - and sweet to die for the glory of the Queen.
Tired players. Everything is over. Hooray! And on foot, and the king flew into a single box.
To do this, alas, is not one must mind, and vainly to take back and cap, and the crown.
Undergoes strife in honor and glory of war, but in the extreme frequency equal to one another forever.
Whose vigilant eye looks from the outside?
And who plays us as long as we play?
Why is dotted with squares board?
What is learned at the end of a wooden soldier?
It rises to the heavens a great longing -
the last small nameless figures ..

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