Word: darkeness
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Galina, 43, a dark-haired and vivacious woman who is a doctor: "Gorbachev will have some trouble trying to oust the Old Guard if he wants to put his own younger men in. Unless he is very powerful, it looks as though we must do some waiting before we see results. Russians like to have a strong leader. As one of our poets wrote: 'The more you beat a servant, the more he will love his master.' Gorbachev sounds as if he is to be respected. He must be full of energy and have power behind him to have...
...fair lady of Chess is Paige, a petite blond in her 30s who was the first London-stage Evita. In Chess, Paige's Florence is the captive-nation emotional pawn of two superpower egotists; the numbers written for her investigate the dark, angry range where Paige's powerful soprano lives. The show's best song, Nobody's Side, has Florence offering words to the wounded ("Never stay too long in your bed,/ Never lose your heart, use your head"), and Paige taunts the lyric into an anthem of cold-steel defiance. Here she evokes the clarion brass of Ethel Merman...
They are among the world's more engaging birds, with vanilla-white stomachs, dark throats, and bodies that arc down from their wings at takeoff like giant commas. They are also among the rarest: only an estimated 700 to 900 black- necked cranes survive in the wild, most of them living on the 10,000-ft.- high plateaus in the northwestern region of Tibetan China. As humans encroach on their nesting and wintering grounds, the number of birds continues to dwindle, and officials of the People's Republic of China fear that the species may become extinct...
Some 20 American publishers rejected Night. "The Holocaust was not something people wanted to know about in those days," the author remembers. "The diary of Anne Frank was about as far as anyone wanted to venture into the dark." Night, finally published in the U.S. in 1960, drew them far deeper, into an abyss that was appalling to contemplate and impossible to ignore. It was as if a thousand tongues had suddenly become unstuck...
...Troopers--forward!" shouted Cloud. As the dark blue uniforms advanced, officers swung their clubs. The marchers retreated under the assault, many falling. The troopers, joined eagerly by Clark's redneck posse, pushed on amid clouds of tear gas. Charging on horseback, someof the men swung bullwhips at the fallen and fleeing marchers. "O.K., nigger," yelled one horseman as he flailed his whip at a woman. "You wanted to march. Now march...