Guys, this is a dead end. There’s nowhere else to go
From the dictionary: “A dead-end branch of evolution is a branch that has exhausted the resource of evolutionary plasticity, or which is simply unlucky enough to fall under a particularly wide selection roller when the possibilities of adaptation do not keep pace with the environment”.
An anecdote from the life of draughts players of proud federations (sad)
Once meet two draughts players from proud federations. And one asks the other:
“Listen, where did you go after the national championship?”
“Nowhere!” the second one answers.
“Me too!” [and they both start laughing out loud]
And another anecdote from the life of the draughts players of the proud federations.
Once meet two draughts players from proud federations. And one asks the other:
“Listen, don’t you have a Portuguese draughts coach?”
“Nope,” the second one responds in shock, spreading his hands.
“Mee too! Do you know where to find one?”
“In Portugal!” [and they both start laughing out loud]
In the meantime, believe it or not, one proud federation hosts the country’s semi-finals among boys and girls in Russian draughts. Simultaneously with the European Championship in Turkey! And while representatives from 16 countries will compete for medals, basking in the warm sun, children ”will be tortured” in one proud gym. Without an idea, without a thought, without a goal.
And we will once again admire the courage and love for draughts of the Estonian draughts players. Sports are outside politics. We will embrace them again and look at the bright Sun of Kemer. We are sincerely happy for the Estonian children.
And for those who are in the “tank”, we publish the results from the gym, without a glimmer of hope.
Results: