Levan. Hey, for the third time I would have won it, believe me!
Mancev. I remember I was sure that you would do it before me.
Levan. My wife used to say: “you will never have a son, I am not going to bring up the orphans”. Am I an enemy to my children?
Sumyatov. Why did she say that?
Levan. Twice I broke my legs and arms, once I hardly survived. She is a human being after all, isn’t she?
Mancev. Strong passions are harmful, Levan. Your wife is right.
Sumyatov. So, you deprive hazard of any merits of humanity?
Mancev. Of all merits except one.
Levan. Don’t tell me about it. God damn it!
Sumyatov. Which one?
Mancev. Hazard is like Pygmalion.
Sumyatov. You mean that fabulous artist of Ancient Greece? In what way?
Mancev. It can turn an ordinary person into a hero able to climb any mountains.
Sumyatov. Here you go, you admit that!
Mancev. But the person has to pay for it too much.
Sumyatov. If you mean life then it’s not excessive price. A person pays it for any trifle.
Mancev. You are right. Life is not worth regretting.
Sumyatov. Then what are you talking about?
Mancev. Here you go: mate four moves.
Sumyatov. You are kidding!
Mancev. Look!
Sumyatov. Damn it! (Sweep off the chess from the desk).
Mancev. Do you always take losses so impulsively?
Sumyatov. Sorry. I am going to get everything back, don’t worry.
Mancev. I don’t mean that. You see, you are impassioned with hazard too!
Sumyatov. I agree, I do have such a weakness.
Mancev. You think just weakness and that’s it?
Sumyatov. What else?
Mancev. You find such behavior absolutely normal?
Sumyatov. I don’t see what is unnatural about it.
Mancev. Don’t you see with how wild passion you were longing to win?
Sumyatov. Oh, it’s too emphatic. Don’t you write poems by any chance?
Mancev. I hope nobody has ever called you a hypo maniac?
Sumyatov. Fortunately, no. Who is that?
Mancev. It’s a manic at liberty, not yet locked in a felt-lined cell.
Sumyatov. You think that a little impatience during a game is the first sign of gravy madness?
Mancev. It’s a delusion of victory.
Sumyatov. You are driving me mad really. What’s the hell is that?
Mancev. It’s a price for hazard.
Sumyatov. I see, but could you please be more concrete?
Mancev. Are you afraid of psychological disorders?
Sumyatov. As any normal person.
Mancev. And you know, there is certain charm about them. There is a feeling like some drafts are blowing through your empty skull or like rats dwell there.
Sumyatov. How disgusting! Hey, what do you mean by that?
Mancev. Nothing except I’ve just said. Levan, is there any news about the lost expedition?
Levan. There are no newspapers… How could I know?
Mancev. I wonder, what is going on there?
Levan. They will find them, don’t worry, dear!
Mancev. You think so?
Levan. There are so many rescuers involved. Everybody is searching. I bet they will find them.