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    Nov 5

    Chess Lesson, Brigette Szenczi

    Not sure if you saw the Queen’s gambit video on my blog… but I like their (official) first meeting. He was the only one who fazed her, as in, had an actual effect on her. So cute. But that’s as far as the comparison goes (you’re not going to come out of the closet all of the sudden, I hope). The kind of intellectual style I valued most was what you showcased so brilliantly in the first few answers of the svanidze interview I mentioned (I could listen to you talk like that forever!). I wouldn’t be surprised if you were more adept at that kind of deep sophisticated thinking while you were still teaching, the same way I was into dense academic text when I had all the time in the world during my university years. I don’t read that stuff anymore sadly and now forget how to do them. But if you want my opinion, I’d say your short fiction and poetry are creative outlets for you given the intellectually demanding nature of your day-to-day toil. The same way Henry liked to read mid-brow fiction that wasn’t meant to impress, but then he spent everyday scanning tedious pedantic highly conceptual academic papers that taxed his brain. You know, early on I preferred the aphoristic French style that expresses the profundity of the human condition, but then got drawn into the long, laborious style of the philosophical Germans splitting hairs about almost nothing. Yours combines a bit of both that also addresses the contemporary questions, switching from historical references to conceptual delineation so neatly. That’s how I perceived the inner working of your mind in those first few questions of the svanidze’s. So I hope I’m answering your question of whether I think you’re uniquely and exceptionally brilliant. And you did your expatiation ex tempore too. I couldn’t have done that in this lifetime, not even if I had all the time in the world to practice. I can write prettily which is the superpower I cherish (I should have written more in my early 20s, looking back, instead of scribbling extracts in my little notebooks) but I’m very much jealous of someone with a great command of facts mixed with deep insights of both philosophical and practical interests. I think you have an expansive and highly receptive mind, Dmitry, of great gravity and light flexibility in combination. The poems and the novellas are just the fun icing on the cake.

    — Salisa to Dmitry, November 5th, 2026

  • The #bonfire

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    Nov 5

    There once lived the proud Chechen ducks
    Who gave each other funny little hugs
    They bugged the bears with silly little pokes
    Who #bonfired their homes into big puffs of smokes

    For a few lulled decades
    The ducks lived in clover
    Quacking cluelessly
    At the bears’ gifted gold coffer

    Until “blow, bugles, blow!”
    The trouble comes a-knocking
    “Waddle, websters, waddle!”
    The war comes a-calling

    “But, but, …”
    The chieftain fowl begins to fluster
    “No, but, …”
    The grizzled bear begins to bluster

    “Bug-a-bear and you get a bug-a-boo!
    Holler in your war-paint and give me a battle halloo!”

  • The Cockpit Crack

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    Nov 4

    Vladimir, the fuck are you killing eighty thousand Chechens? End the goddamn war, it’s stupid.

    It’s not going to make any difference to the underlying conflicts, you know that right?

    They’re your people! You do realise you’re going mad?

    You need a touch of humanity. Of random strangers and random acts of kindness. Not the people you see day-to-day who work only for you or rely on you for their survival. There’s nothing there that would nourish the bond that holds people together. It’s transactional in your case specifically.

    If you weren’t you in your position, I would have told you to walk into a judo club and start coaching some random youth or go on a hike and make a polite chitchat with fellow hikers or help them pitch their tents if you see them struggling.

    You can still do those things, can’t you? I can clearly see that you do enjoy chatting with your citizens at a staged conference, of where they came from and of their life stories. So why don’t you do that more instead of playing a stupid war game that you’re not really winning?

    Nobody’s going to think of you any less for forfeiting the war. No one actually cares, you know that right? Except the people dying in it every day.

    End the damn thing. It’s gone on long enough.

    — Salisa to Путуки, November 4th, 2026

  • The Brink Of Hello

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    Nov 3

    What do you mean by ‘a long torture’, Dmitry? Is it the ceremonial tediousness of courtship or my shameless attempt at sexual flirting?

    — Salisa to Dmitry, October 27th, 2026

    I don’t mean to make you feel guilty of losing the plot in your later years, Dmitry. I don’t mean that at all. The psychological collapse is par for the course for any man in your situation. You do what you gotta do. Big hugsies from me though.

    But with me, I hope you can relax and be more yourself. That’s all I ask 🙂

    Me in a better, more cavalier mood would have said, “so you got cynical and took the money, huh?” 😉

    — Salisa to Dmitry, October 29th, 2026

    You’re tanking my chess rating, Dmitry. Does that remind you of anything in your youth?

    — Salisa to Dmitry, October 31st, 2026

    Also I hung my queen and then my rook in two separate games just now, all thanks to you.

    Though to be fair, she was going easy on him instead of wiping him off the board because she liked him. I would have lost against you because I would be too nervous and unfocused…

    — Salisa to Dmitry, October 31st, 2026

    You’re torturing me! Mean person!

    — Salisa to Dmitry, November 3rd, 2026

    Noted, Dmitry, on your unvoiced thoughts to women. That’s surprisingly and uniquely beneficial for me to know. And by the way, haven’t you noticed my oblique references to you always contained an angle that’s .. also surprising though not particularly unique to me surely. Horns-locking and using your horn. Getting chauffeured to your mansion in Moscow. Emerging shirtless from a pond with water dripping down your chest. In our parlance, we call that a female-friendly sex dream. So whatever you’re accusing me of is completely baseless.

    — Salisa to Dmitry, November 3rd, 2026

    No need to get ahead of ourselves, Dmitry. With the kind of things we’ll be dealing with. Your anxiety seeps through a little so I just want to remind you that you’re doing really well with me and I’m happy with how you are with us. Although you’re probably responding to my small gripe earlier that I didn’t know you well enough for just about a month and so you would want me to know you better through your Reddit activities. That’s heartwarming though I don’t want you to get too bogged down by the negative concerns surrounding us and our situation. Because it’s taking me out of this dream trance (love spell?) with you but of course we do have to look ahead and temper ourselves with the realities of us in order to steady this ship that’s going to carry us together very far. On that note, I don’t at all wish for you to hide a negative emotion from me and I hope I didn’t overreact to you feeling a bit downcast or unsure of yourself. And if I did, it was because you were repeating the pattern of what I’ve been through before, not once but twice, of making me feel punished while I have no means to reach you and of pulling away while I have the whole world to shoulder. It’s unfair to you to have you react otherwise anyway given how much you feel for me, so I sympathise with you on that because I did overreact to you being upset with me. As long as it fosters the emotional bond we’re on course for something better. […]

    Pace yourself, darling, because I’m here and I’m not going anywhere and I’m very much already impressed by you. I don’t make important decisions in life based on ephemeral states of mind, and rarely do I feel both the mind and the feelings line up so neatly. I have a good feeling about you, Dmitry. I want you to know that and I want you to take care of your body and mind by sleeping soundly and responsibly. Can’t crash out on me so soon, I won’t let you.

    — Salisa to Dmitry, November 3rd, 2026

  • The #phantasm

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    Nov 3

    There once was a prestidigitator
    Who worked his prestige for a dictator
    He found himself fond of a foreign filly
    “I’ll hornswoggle you out of your innocence, my missy!”

    But the missy was no whit born yesterday so green and dim
    She was gestated in a womb half a threescore year before him
    So when he tried to tread the missy with a #phantasm so oneiric
    She bristled, “Hold your horses! I don’t need a single swain to be so onanistic!”

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