"It was also at Bled (1931)that Alekhine started to indulge openly inunrestrained drinking. One day, when he joined our wives and meat afternoon tea, his behavior was erratic and he had difficultyspeaking. When he snuffed out his cigarette in my wife's cake,Nadasha rose and led him away. Returning alone after a fewminutes, she said to my wife, in grammatically broken German,"Excuse me, dear. Alekhine Russian pig. Now sleeping like child."

At the closing ceremony of that tournament, Kostic, that inveterateenfant terrible, caused some further painful embarrassment bycalling from his end of the table to the other end, where the worldchampion was sitting next to a few high officials, "HerrAlekhine!" he always called him "Herr" "What was it that madeyou so drunk yesterday, cognac or klekovaca?" (Klekovaca is theSlovene equivalent of gin.) Alekhine mumbled some denial, butKostic persisted. "Of course you were drunk! How else could Ihave beaten you seven to one? I'm very good at skittles, that'strue but seven to one is too much!"

Sometime earlier I had had an experience of my own with respectto Alekhine's drinking. On the Riviera, where my wife and I werevacationing shortly after the San Remo tournament, we happenedto meet Alekhine. He was alone, and the lack of Nadasha's carewas grotesquely apparent. He was unshaved and sloppily dressed,ate his breakfast of hard-boiled eggs with dirty bare hands, andwashed down his food with gulps of vermouth. On another day,when his breakfast consisted of coldcuts and a bottle ofchampagne, he hardly touched his food but emptied the bottlequickly."
Hans Kmoch

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