Word: buxomness
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...stark dedication, not much of common humanity is visible. Gromyko reads mostly books on economics, though he once admitted that he likes Lord Byron (because he had a "social consciousness"). Gromyko drinks little, eats moderately. He plays some chess, some volleyball. Muffled reports say that he collects stamps. His buxom wife, Lidiya. has borne him a son, Anatoli, 15, and a daughter, Emiliya, 9. Whatever time he can spare (which is not much), he spends with his family. The story goes that when a newsman once called his home, Gromyko's daughter answered the telephone. The newsman asked to speak...
...Sweden, the middies had shaken hands with spry old King Gustaf. They watched goggle-eyed on the beaches as buxom Swedish lasses publicly doffed their clothes to slip into scanty bathing suits in full public view. Later, a Swedish hostess was dumfounded when the adaptable middies, invited to take a dip in her private pool, promptly stripped to the buff and dove in. When she complained to a senior officer, he told her that the boys thought they were following the local custom. In Edinburgh, like their elder brothers in wartime, they had been greeted by street urchins calling...
When Berlin was divided into sectors, the Kaniss family found itself living in the Russian zone, just beyond the frontier of the U.S. zone. Erich's older sister, a blonde, buxom girl of 17, quickly found an American friend. She brought home cigarets, chocolate and PX supplies. On the proceeds from these, they lived...
...morning, the train from Leningrad stopped near the Finnish frontier. A captain, in the green-tabbed uniform of the Soviet Security Police, and a buxom woman interpreter came into my compartment. The woman pulled my bed apart and turned over the mattress. The pair found only one thing which pleased them: the embossed, lavender-colored propusk (pass) to Red Square for the May Day parade. The woman said in awe: "Neither of us has ever seen one of these. . . . Did you see Stalin...
When Marie Powers was five, an opera singer asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. Said Marie: "I want to be fat, jolly and an opera singer like you." Today, fortyish, buxom Marie Powers is doing what was once considered impossible: making opera go over on Broadway...