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...Khoroshy Chelovek." In the last five years of the Fourth Republic, while other diplomats in Paris tended to write off the Hermit of Colombey-les-Deux-Eglises, Vinogradov told his staff, "Some day he will be back." On eight different occasions, he sought out the general for private interviews, usually at the office De Gaulle inhabited on his weekly visits to Paris. Each time, Vinogradov noted the general's growing impatience with NATO and his obsession with the steady decline of French prestige. After De Gaulle was swept back into power, Vinogradov's own prestige soared. "Khoroshy chelovek...
...AFTERNOON CONCERT. Mozart, Cosi fan Tutti overture; Schumann, Trio no. 3 in G--opus 110; Lo Presti, The Masks; Petzold, Sonata no. 2 for Brass; Sibelius, Peleas et Melisande; Dohanvi, Quintet for Pf. and strings; Haydn, Symphony 180 in D; Schubert, Deux Marchas Characteristique; Khrennikov, Symphony no. 1 in B flat; Handel, Suite for Harpsichord...
France Isolated. By far the most important stop on the President's itinerary, because of the nature of the problems to be resolved, was France. De Gaulle, in seclusion last week at his home in Colombey-les-Deux-Eglises, was planning long hours of talk alone with Eisenhower. Not since De Gaulle came to power 15 months ago, to almost universal cheers inside and outside France, had he found himself so isolated. France had either antagonized or felt itself wronged by all its neighbors and allies. U.S. jets have had to abandon their French NATO bases...
...Will Return." In the first postwar years. Soustelle's political fortunes were inseparable from De Gaulle's. He became first his Chief of Information, then his Minister of Colonies. And when De Gaulle, disgusted with partisan bickering, dramatically retired to the rural peace of Colombey-les-Deux Eglises, Soustelle followed him into the wilderness, became chief of the Gaullist opposition forces in Parliament...
When tiny (5 ft. 4 in.) Sculptor César saunters through his old Left Bank haunts these days, it is like a triumphal procession. Grave, bearded men bow in deference. Old friends cry out, "Congratulations!" Throwing himself into a chair at the Café Deux Magots, César snaps: "Your coffee's no good. Bring me hot chocolate." Waiters rush to carry out his bidding. Both they and César know that three years ago César would have been unable to pay for a single cup of coffee or chocolate...