Jan 15
“His whole life was a movie. With bottles flying at his head in a Havana night bar, forgotten passports, with smoldering cigarette in the intensive care unit, attempts to catch the plane by taxi, lost prizes, abdominal surgeries, hospital escapes, ambulances, with doctors raising their eyebrows when they were dictated the ingredients for injections. With marriages and divorces, the admiring glances of admirers, legends, acquiring ever new details. A universal favorite, a hunter of life's joys, a collector of sensations, a Jew from Riga, a citizen of a vast empire that no longer exists.
A genius chess player.”
Genna Sosonko in his essay about Misha
