Thinking of the sea, imitating it, he started to analyze the position, to harmonize it. Suddenly everything became bright and clear. Logically, as in Bach, he saw moves leading to the mate of the black king. The mate position lit up faintly and beautifully, perfectly shaped, like an egg. The Grand Master glanced at G.O., who sat there stiffly, congested, turkey-like, staring deep into the Grand Master's rear positions. He had not noticed the impending mate. The Grand Master remained silent, afraid to break the enchanting spell of the moment.
"Check," G.O. said quietly and cautiously, moving his knight and making a great effort to keep down the lion's roar that was trying to burst out of him.
...The Grand Master let out a yell and fled. Behind him, stamping and whistling, the owner of the villa came running, Euripides the driver, and Nina Kuzminchna; and passing them all, just about to catch up with the Grand Master, was the dog Nochka that someone had let off the chain.
"Check," G.O. repeated, moving his knight into a new position and swallowing some air with sensuous delight.
...The Grand Master was being led along a passage through a subdued crowd. Someone walking behind him was pressing a hard object against his back. In front of him waited a man in a black military coat with the lightninglike insignia on his collar—SS. One step—one half second, another step—one second, another step—a second and a half, one more step—two seconds.... Steps going up. Why up? This sort of thing is usually done in a hole. I must be dignified. Must I really? How long will it take them to put that stinking burlap bag over my head? It has grown quite dark, it is very difficult to breathe and the only sound is a military band playing somewhere very far away.
"You're brave, my friend...."
"Mate!" G.O. shouted, sounding like a brass band.
"Well, you see...." the Grand Master said. "Congratulations."
"Oof!" G.O. said. "I've worked up a real sweat. It's something unbelievable. Who the hell would've expected it? Me cream a grand master—mate him! Incredible, but true!" He burst into wild laughter. "Rather clever of little me!" He patted himself on the head. "Ah, Grand Master, my dear Grand Master," he buzzed, putting his hands on the Grand Master's shoulders and giving him a hard, friendly squeeze. "You're such a fine young man, but I guess your nerves couldn't stand the pressure, right? Admit it."
"Yes, yes...I broke down," the Grand Master hastily agreed.