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  • #77
    Originally posted by Michael Moorcock
    ...showy and cheap ...
    As a Moskvich 433 outside GUM! Which reminds me (DON'T ASK) of a late night taxi ride I once took from Malyj Novopeskovski (just there behind Smolenskaya) to Ladozskaya per. I could have taken the metro, but my companion had a severe attack of vertigo brought on by the metro escalators!!!

    So in memory of that night I will advance to:

    Baumanskaya
    Does it follow that I reject all authority? Perish the thought. In the matter of boots, I defer to the authority of the boot-maker.
    Bakunin

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    • #78
      Not my move yet, but I'd like to murmur a word of warning about nostalgic moves of this kind. .PV.Stanislavski wrote a very good volume or two on the subject and I must say I agree with all his observations.
      Specifically, p. 1006 on deals specifically with a Baumanskaya move of this kind. Not that you're in any kind of serious trouble, but Stanislavski
      advises what he amusingly calls an Oetz-wing-over on principle.

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      • #79
        Stanislavski always had a brilliant sense of irony - The Oetz-wing-over certainly gave Petlyura an edge at Kiev!

        Have you ever seen Kamarov initiate a Kozakov reversal? It's very elegant in a typical pre-plutocrat sort of way - very similiar to an Oetz but only able to be used, according to Orlov, on suburban lines north-east of Dynamo.

        At the risk of being nostalgic (again!!!!) it has always reminded me of the sensuous plaster fluting and magnificent mosaics of Smolenskaya (not a move you understand, just a reminiscence....)
        Does it follow that I reject all authority? Perish the thought. In the matter of boots, I defer to the authority of the boot-maker.
        Bakunin

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        • #80
          North-EAST, you say?

          If you're sure of that, my friend, then Tarkovsky, Stanislavski, Nye and the infamous, legendary, oft-quoted but never read Dark Tsar's Handbook (no relation, nb) all concur on the inevitable - and destructive - next move. The bearings scream out, the points are red-hot, but my hands are tied to the dead man's handle:

          Zyablikovo.

          This has taken its toll. I may not be able to continue on this level. Beware, the whole field will be massively unstable. Where are you, Garcia?!

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          • #81
            Well I'm glad I' ve chosen the transsiberian alternative, though the tension now created at the core of the map may well make my re-entry a bit problematic...
            As for now, I'll move on to wang fu jing

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            • #82
              Comrade - such a casual disregard for one's own personal safety is.... well it leaves me speechless! No wonder the stations are dug so deep!

              Yugo-Zapadnaya - no that's a duplication isn't i! Damn!

              ....

              ....

              ....

              To hell with it! North East it is! If my interpretation of Taras Schevchenko (1957 revised) is correct my only legal, and I emphasize legal, not necessarily moral, move is:
              Timirjaveskaya

              I don't think my liver can take much more of this....
              Does it follow that I reject all authority? Perish the thought. In the matter of boots, I defer to the authority of the boot-maker.
              Bakunin

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              • #83
                Emkay, if you don't mind old chap, I'll hitch a ride with you awhile; take a breather, clear the head and unglaze the brain, what?

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                • #84
                  So we're bringing in the rechnoy tramvai are we ? Complicated when you move to water, so to keep it simple (for my own sake -- my head's
                  'drowning in the vodka of verisimmilitudinism' as Bely' had it) I'll play

                  Kiev River Station

                  And hope the sound of my wake doesn't summon the 'ghosts of the Volga boatmen' .

                  By god, the blood sings when the play gets as wild and reckless as this.

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                  • #85
                    damn your eyes this Mocbva vodka is closer to turpentine than methylated spirits.... But I digress...

                    I've checked the Stavka minutes for 16 May 1946. The forward to the preface indicated that the Dymer Zagal'tsy concurrence with the Dniepr option could provide an excellent governance framework.

                    Now stifle your mirth - this is a serious move

                    Oshitki

                    For further discussion on the merits of this I point you to:
                    http://wwics.si.edu/index.cfm?topic_...document&id=46
                    Does it follow that I reject all authority? Perish the thought. In the matter of boots, I defer to the authority of the boot-maker.
                    Bakunin

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                    • #86
                      Since Krezscenti Morninktomsk does not exist, would it be impertinent to ask where is the destination for this game?

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                      • #87
                        Mornington Crescent of course

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                        • #88
                          By the beard of my mother, Guest-Khan!! 'Does not exist'!!! May the Golden Horde ramage your entrails in mare's milk and arrak! How quothe you such blasphemous utterances against the exalted game? As the old, old song goes:

                          On my horse,
                          across the steppe,
                          where the grass grows -
                          Oh, oh, oh,
                          Where my arrows fall like rain,
                          on the brows of mine foes,
                          And the yurts spring up like saplings,
                          Spring, spring, spring;
                          There my love did founder,
                          After too much bloody vodka,
                          And she tumbled like
                          The falling cherry-blossom,
                          Flutter, flutter.
                          Til the steppe rose up
                          To kiss her backside,
                          With much bruising.
                          Shit! shit! shit!
                          She cried as her
                          knickers got caught
                          in the stirrups
                          on the wind-blown steppe
                          where the horses run
                          and the marmots play
                          on the steppe
                          where my love
                          Did go arse over tip...

                          So take heed! And take not the piss out of the game, the Great Game of my olden race!

                          By the ancient power vested in the seven tribes by Chinggis himself, I now play:

                          Khovd

                          which is a most inhospitable place of rock and steppe and horses. And probably a station.

                          (Free translation from: The Ancient History of the Mongols, by Fred Ganzurig, Ulan Bator Press, 1927)

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                          • #89
                            Thanks, MK. Phew. I think the nosebleed's stopped now.

                            The trouble with the Dark Tsar's Handbook, as you all know, is that it won't let you go once you invoke it. Ohhhhhhh, Lord help me, I'm in trouble now.

                            Anino, via Ulaanbaatar

                            Shee-it, folks.

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                            • #90
                              That last move was pusillanimous. Don't be distracted by it. Ignore it. I'm invoking Verhovensky's Alzheimer Option to render it null as far as the progress of the game's concerned.

                              However - and I know it's not my turn, but something's got to break the appalled silence that's settled over the board - I've had a blinding flash of inspiration. Or maybe my recent episode really has done irreversibe neural damage. But, anyway, blame Conrad.

                              Hampton Wick.

                              Or call an ambulance.

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