Word: curiousity
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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From time to time a Stalin purge victim turns up quietly in Moscow, but last week was the first occasion one was received with bands playing and flags flying. As the train bearing Poland's First Party Secretary Wladyslaw Gomulka pulled into Moscow's Belorussian station, a curious crowd pressed at the barriers for a glimpse of the man Stalin had jailed as a suspected "Titoist" in 1951 and whose recent rehabilitation had caused Stalin's successors much concern. Only a month ago First Party Secretary Khrushchev, flying in to Warsaw, had brushed Gomulka's hand...
...determined to put an end to it. "See that staircase," he told Marcelino. "You must never go up it. Never! If The Big Man up there sees you, he'll take you away-forever!" Marcelino was frightened, but he was brave too. and more than anything he was curious. One day he went sneaking up the stairs to see if The Big Man was really there. At the top there was a door. Shaking in his bones, the little boy pushed. The door creaked. Marcelino's heart pounded; his jaw dropped as he stood and stared...
...need not tell you about the rest. You know how congenial, how satisfying were the eight after-game parties they crashed, the blank faces, the curious stares, the drone of dull, repetitive remarks, the streaks of sticky gin punch on people's clothing. You know what dinner was like (breaded veal in the house dining hall). You know what the double bill at the U.T. was like. You don't know what transpired later in the car, because the tender togetherness of young lovers can be shared with no one. But Mary Jane pushed, and Hubert steered...
...curious position for the man whom the Opposition only ten months before was calling "the boneless wonder," who only 17 months ago had won a triumphal election on a platform of "working for peace." Elegant, unruffled, a good party man, priding himself on the quiet adjustment and the deft compromise, Eden had built a reputation as a diplomatic technician par excellence. But last week the diplomatic technician had plunged recklessly for force, the popular Prime Minister was under a shattering hail of critical fire unequaled in violence since the time of Neville Chamberlain...
Sixth Day. The desert blitz ended. Israeli forces marched triumphantly into the ancient and grubby city of Gaza, where blinded Samson pulled down the pillars and destroyed the temple. They found only a handful of dull-eyed, curious Arabs, the raveled remnants of an Egyptian division, and the unhappy Egyptian Governor General of the Gaza Strip. He put his name to the surrender papers and handed over to Israel some 325 square miles of disputed real estate and the perplexing responsibility for some 250,000 ragged, ill-housed, ill-fated Palestinian refugees...