Shahmaty

He was like a person - shit.
No cards, no hockey, no dominoes...
Bullshit, unbalanced,
He threw words without looking, poked at everyone, without pronouncing "R".
But the full chess board constantly saved him from beatings in the yard.
The boredom of grown men suddenly passed, and excitement burst into their souls as soon as the boy Vasya, who lived on the fourth floor, came down to the yard.
He did not play, but easily let others play until he was called back into the house.
- Vasily! Quickly into the house! - the mother screamed shrilly from the window.
And Vasya rushed to the side, where the game on the chessboard was creating serious passions in the surrounding crowd of onlookers and players.
He coolly raked all the meanings from the board, destroying the stakes, and ran skipping towards the entrance without looking back.
Those who managed to give him candy and say in time "we will return YOUR chess, just let's play a game" - had a chance to fight to the end.
He was funny.
Although I vaguely remember his facial features now, but...
He ran with his mouth always open (meaning he couldn't breathe through his nose), in glasses (he was nearsighted).
They were afraid to touch him, but they rarely decided to play with him because of his behavior and character.
Why all this and what is the point now?!
I have only now figured out how important it is what we bring into this world with us!
Some bring themselves, others someone's name, and others get vanity or peace.
Vasily carried the game that had already been in battles between rivals who sincerely wanted space and rules!
He was not a judge or a creator, and for him it did not matter whose king or queen was leading!
He was just the owner of chess pieces and a completely battered board.
One day, the men suddenly got a new board and more beautiful pieces.
Most likely, they were bought by the one who often lost games from the shout "Vasily, quickly in the house!".
Since then, he often began to walk around beaten by someone.
The moral is simple!
You should not be zealous in power over others, if the rules, pieces and space are yours.
Be kind and study all the players, remember the train of thought, the greed of each and the name.
Let there be constancy in your life ...

P.S.
The story would be far from a complete picture,
If I did not tell a little about the boy's family.
His father, the head, was a truck driver, carrying his spirit through thousands of roads.
He was not often at home, arriving in a working heavy-duty truck, which he blocked the road in the yard, but not a single man, be it a driver or a pedestrian, ever said a word.
There were two reasons.
Vasily's sister had been a walker since her early years, and all the male half of the family would go to her as if she were a prostitute.
The second reason was her unfaithful wife, the children's mother, who put the "business on stream", periodically participating not only as an accountant.
The yard knew who would be first, who would be second, and who would look into the light of the red lamp in the window on the fourth floor in the evening, turning on at the moment when it was free...
And it wasn't only the boy who was beaten.
The neighbors often caught their unfaithful husbands leaving that entrance, after which they dragged their daughter and mother by the hair.
It's no wonder that the boy grew up like a human being - shit...

Canvas. Oil.
70x100 November 2024