Word: cossacks
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...hardly exaggerating. Only four years have passed since she joined the Prussians and Austrians in the forcible partition of Poland. Only two years ago, her troops wrested the Crimea from the Turks. Only 18 months ago, the rebel Cossack Yemelyan Pugachev, who had been ravaging one-third of all Russia, was brought to Moscow in an iron cage and beheaded...
Morocco Inspired. Yves Saint Laurent celebrated détente with a Russian look: three-quarter-length suede coats bordered in mink, worn over a sum velvet skirt and a printed cossack blouse in crepe de Chine, all topped by a huge matching mink toque. Another Y.S.L. standout was a silk poplin pelisse lined and trimmed in fisher, over a tweed suit with a tweedy patterned crepe de Chine blouse. For evening he had many floating mousselines, including several djellabas that were probably inspired by Saint Laurent's trips to Morocco, where he has a house...
...force and integrity" of his four-part classic The Quiet Don. This week his fellow Nobel prizewinner, Alexander Solzhenitsyn, accused Sholokhov of plagiarism in a preface to a critical study of The Quiet Don* published in Paris. Solzhenitsyn declared that the real author of the epic tale of Don Cossacks in World War I and the Russian civil war was Fyodor Kryukov, a Cossack writer...
Collage of Culture. Joined by their wives, who had spent the day at the famous Moscow Circus School, the two leaders went to the Bolshoi Theater Friday night for a superb collage of Soviet culture, bits of ballet, opera, folk singing, Cossack dancing and even a chorus of Swanee River, in both English and Russian. The couples, together with Kissinger, Kosygin and Podgorny, watched the performance from a flag-draped box at the rear of the theater, and during the intermission gathered for a light buffet. Toasting the women at the table, Brezhnev gallantly reached into a bouquet of roses...
...free cossack. A pensioner's lot is simply to exist from one day to the next-and to wait for the end. An idle old age isn't easy for anyone. It's especially difficult for someone who's lived through as tumultuous a career as mine. Now, after a lifetime of weathering countless storms, I've run aground. But I'm not grumbling. There comes a time when every man, no matter how important, gets old and feeble; his faculties begin to break down. I realize that I'm luckier than many...