A story about Egor
Ok, so I don't have many things to talk about, but perhaps what is here is interesting… I am possibly a few moments away from an invitation to teach school here in Belarus. If I gain the invitation, I can get a work visa. And this is good. I still have some problems for this, such as not even having enough money for the work visa but things are not so finished. Not yet. Tomorrow I will know all, and if I can work things out, I may teach English here at the university.
Other than this, I have this story to tell about Igor.:
The man’s name, and this is the guy who always comes to say hello to me when I go to the chess club, is Borus Vasilovich. Borus Vasilovich is a very nice man I think, and I think as well that he does a very good job of teaching the game of chess to young people. I absolutely think that Igor has become a better chess player in direct relation to the help of Borus Vasilovich. Now Igor did not do so well at the chess tournament last week. IN fact, one Sunday he had a very bad day indeed and lost all but one game, this being one of the two games that Tatyana and I saw. So he did not achieve this third ranking as he wanted and we expected and we must wait for the next tournament to see if he has in fact the skills to be a third rank player.
I played a game with Igor last night before bed, and although I did make a poor move, losing my queen early, I managed to mate Igor with a large material advantage at the end game. So something is up. Igor behaved quite badly after the chess tournament. I think the pressure of his life and of these tournaments is starting to get to him. I think that the hopes of the family for something good to happen are a lot to bear for a little guy, but really, there simply is not so much else to look forward to.
So yesterday we got a call from Borus Vasilovich that there was going to be a physical examination at the sports medicine clinic in conjunction to the chess club. Borus Vasilovich said that Igor was going to have to have a urine sample and to go or to have his mother go there in the morning. Borus Vasilovich said that this was very important. When he got home, Igor told Tatyana and I that Borus Vasilovich had told him that he must pee in a bank (jar) for the examination. He then told babushka that Borus Vasilovich had told him he must pee in the bank for the morning. Babushka then told us that Borus Vasilovich has said that the boy must pee in the bank, and that we should make sure that this bank deposit should be made in the morning. I mentioned that the bank could be filled any time but I was told to be quiet and that if Borus Vasilovich said that it was in the morning, then this is when the bank must be filled. That evening, Tatyana reminded Igor that he must piss in the bank for Borus Vasilovich. Igor then went to baba and reminder her about Borus Vasilovich and this bank filling, which inspired baba to return to Tatyana with her emphatic request not to forget about Borus Vasilovich and the bank and the pissing, which only made Tatyana mad because she in fact was the one who told Igor in the first place. I tried to be calm only mentioning the pissing, Borus Vasilovich and the bank five or six times. That night before bed, while I was happily beating him at chess, Igor mentioned that he had to pee, and I made a move to say something about Borus Vasilovich’s bank, but was quickly shushed. I didn’t sleep well last night, though I don’t think that Borus Vasilovich had anything to do with this. Baba, as usual, was punctual with her wake up call at exactly 7:00 am. She was quite direct about making sure that all was in motion, and took the trouble to mention that in fact, this was the morning that Borus Vasilovich told us that Igor must piss in the bank and that we must not forget this. Tatyana reminded baba that she knew all about Borus Vasilovich and the bank, etc, and that baba shouldn’t pay such close attention to these things. Igor was slow getting up. He is always slow getting up in the morning. He has grown tired of soup in the morning and would prefer not to eat anything at all. This however does not fit the machine that is our house. So, everyday now is a creative war to get the kid to choke down baba’s soups. I in fact like baba’s soups, but I suppose that it is possible for this soup to loose its luster after a while and now they do nothing for the kid whatsoever. This morning was no exception, and though I am already without interest in the daily mantra of admonishing the kid to eat, Tatyana is still full of the old fight. However, the war over the eating of the soup superceded in the minds of all, the request of Borus Vasilovich, and while avoiding the kitchen, the boy, needing to piss, as does any normal boy, walked into the toilet, ignored the bank sitting just to the right of the bowl (as well as the request of Borus Vasilovich), and promptly pissed and flushed, the sound of which bringing an eruption from Tatyana and baba, probably loud enough to wake Borus Vasilovich, who lives several kilometers away.
However, the machine is the machine, and there are only so many minutes to actually get the kid to school, so there simply wasn’t enough time to run liquids through his system in a large enough quantity to produce a second batch of urine sample. This of course being the first thing that came to anyone’s head. And of course, Igor is piss shy, as are most boys of any age, and having this particular function be the center of attention as well as the urgency of a ticking clock pretty much stopped up any flow that that river would have normally produced. So there was simply nothing else that could be done. Obviously this was some failure on the part of the family. First there was the disgrace of Igor’s failing to become a third rank chess player, and now this scandal of the failure in the toilet. Words like insanity and stupidity flew through the house and were undoubtedly heard by poor Igor who was standing in front of the toilet, trying to produce some liquid other than tears for Borus Vasilovich’s bank, sitting empty in front of him. I was softy-singing words like: Fish… Water… River… Sea… Which was no help other than inspiring some mild laughter from the toilet.
Finally, like a great biblical miracle, Igor came through, and we were in the banking business at last. We packed him off to school, on time plus or minus a minute, and finally the dust was allowed to settle in the home which was allowed to become calm once more.
And did you know that Chiyim Weitzman, the first president of Israel attended school here in Pinsk? It is true! Today while dropping of the bank at the hospital we saw a plaque on the wall of the hospital, which used to be Tatyana’s school, that Chiyim Wietzman had attended the school from 1885 to 1892 and had lived in the village of Motile, which is not far away.
Other than this, I have this story to tell about Igor.:
The man’s name, and this is the guy who always comes to say hello to me when I go to the chess club, is Borus Vasilovich. Borus Vasilovich is a very nice man I think, and I think as well that he does a very good job of teaching the game of chess to young people. I absolutely think that Igor has become a better chess player in direct relation to the help of Borus Vasilovich. Now Igor did not do so well at the chess tournament last week. IN fact, one Sunday he had a very bad day indeed and lost all but one game, this being one of the two games that Tatyana and I saw. So he did not achieve this third ranking as he wanted and we expected and we must wait for the next tournament to see if he has in fact the skills to be a third rank player.
I played a game with Igor last night before bed, and although I did make a poor move, losing my queen early, I managed to mate Igor with a large material advantage at the end game. So something is up. Igor behaved quite badly after the chess tournament. I think the pressure of his life and of these tournaments is starting to get to him. I think that the hopes of the family for something good to happen are a lot to bear for a little guy, but really, there simply is not so much else to look forward to.
So yesterday we got a call from Borus Vasilovich that there was going to be a physical examination at the sports medicine clinic in conjunction to the chess club. Borus Vasilovich said that Igor was going to have to have a urine sample and to go or to have his mother go there in the morning. Borus Vasilovich said that this was very important. When he got home, Igor told Tatyana and I that Borus Vasilovich had told him that he must pee in a bank (jar) for the examination. He then told babushka that Borus Vasilovich had told him he must pee in the bank for the morning. Babushka then told us that Borus Vasilovich has said that the boy must pee in the bank, and that we should make sure that this bank deposit should be made in the morning. I mentioned that the bank could be filled any time but I was told to be quiet and that if Borus Vasilovich said that it was in the morning, then this is when the bank must be filled. That evening, Tatyana reminded Igor that he must piss in the bank for Borus Vasilovich. Igor then went to baba and reminder her about Borus Vasilovich and this bank filling, which inspired baba to return to Tatyana with her emphatic request not to forget about Borus Vasilovich and the bank and the pissing, which only made Tatyana mad because she in fact was the one who told Igor in the first place. I tried to be calm only mentioning the pissing, Borus Vasilovich and the bank five or six times. That night before bed, while I was happily beating him at chess, Igor mentioned that he had to pee, and I made a move to say something about Borus Vasilovich’s bank, but was quickly shushed. I didn’t sleep well last night, though I don’t think that Borus Vasilovich had anything to do with this. Baba, as usual, was punctual with her wake up call at exactly 7:00 am. She was quite direct about making sure that all was in motion, and took the trouble to mention that in fact, this was the morning that Borus Vasilovich told us that Igor must piss in the bank and that we must not forget this. Tatyana reminded baba that she knew all about Borus Vasilovich and the bank, etc, and that baba shouldn’t pay such close attention to these things. Igor was slow getting up. He is always slow getting up in the morning. He has grown tired of soup in the morning and would prefer not to eat anything at all. This however does not fit the machine that is our house. So, everyday now is a creative war to get the kid to choke down baba’s soups. I in fact like baba’s soups, but I suppose that it is possible for this soup to loose its luster after a while and now they do nothing for the kid whatsoever. This morning was no exception, and though I am already without interest in the daily mantra of admonishing the kid to eat, Tatyana is still full of the old fight. However, the war over the eating of the soup superceded in the minds of all, the request of Borus Vasilovich, and while avoiding the kitchen, the boy, needing to piss, as does any normal boy, walked into the toilet, ignored the bank sitting just to the right of the bowl (as well as the request of Borus Vasilovich), and promptly pissed and flushed, the sound of which bringing an eruption from Tatyana and baba, probably loud enough to wake Borus Vasilovich, who lives several kilometers away.
However, the machine is the machine, and there are only so many minutes to actually get the kid to school, so there simply wasn’t enough time to run liquids through his system in a large enough quantity to produce a second batch of urine sample. This of course being the first thing that came to anyone’s head. And of course, Igor is piss shy, as are most boys of any age, and having this particular function be the center of attention as well as the urgency of a ticking clock pretty much stopped up any flow that that river would have normally produced. So there was simply nothing else that could be done. Obviously this was some failure on the part of the family. First there was the disgrace of Igor’s failing to become a third rank chess player, and now this scandal of the failure in the toilet. Words like insanity and stupidity flew through the house and were undoubtedly heard by poor Igor who was standing in front of the toilet, trying to produce some liquid other than tears for Borus Vasilovich’s bank, sitting empty in front of him. I was softy-singing words like: Fish… Water… River… Sea… Which was no help other than inspiring some mild laughter from the toilet.
Finally, like a great biblical miracle, Igor came through, and we were in the banking business at last. We packed him off to school, on time plus or minus a minute, and finally the dust was allowed to settle in the home which was allowed to become calm once more.
And did you know that Chiyim Weitzman, the first president of Israel attended school here in Pinsk? It is true! Today while dropping of the bank at the hospital we saw a plaque on the wall of the hospital, which used to be Tatyana’s school, that Chiyim Wietzman had attended the school from 1885 to 1892 and had lived in the village of Motile, which is not far away.
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