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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Lucky." The world could be sure that the Russians would squeeze Barsov for every last drop of propaganda-value. But Barsov had some explaining to do himself. In his shabby room in Washington a TIME correspondent found another document, like the diary in his own handwriting. It rang with Marxian clichés ("Now I am in the hands of those 'whistling dancers'-men who obtained control . . . through a cruel exploiting of the working class") and the sickening self-accusations of the Moscow purge trials. Wrote Barsov: "I am giving this confession maybe before dying." He had made...
...idea that anything even smacking of larceny might have developed as a result of his own big heartedness and devotion to the common man. He proudly informed the committee that the FBI had investigated him because of a rumor that he had taken a $10,000 bribe and had found nothing. When he was asked if he would turn over his bank accounts (which the committee had already had for several days), he replied sonorously: "My financial records are available to this committee ... at any time...
Dreams & Delirium. Young (28), handsome Piotr Pirogov quickly found a literary agent, arranged to give lectures, write articles and turn out a book. But Barsov was at a loss. Older than his navigator and outranking him, he seemed to resent his pal's success. An inarticulate, heavy-boned man with thick-knuckled peasant hands, Barsov found himself all but ignored. In his diary he noted: "As always, all-knowing and haughty to the point of stupidity, [Pirogov] insulted me repeatedly . . . Today's quarrel with Pirogov made clear my dependency upon...
They soon found out. The U.S. had deported him to Austria as a visa violater. There, said a cool State Department announcement, "Barsov is now being given an opportunity freely to determine whether he wishes to return to the Soviet Union or remain under U.S. jurisdiction in Europe...
From a car following the truck stepped Mrs. Coffey herself, a grey-haired, motherly woman of 55, in a lacy black hat. She was ready to speak a few words, but found no crowd. "Ain't many Democrats around here," explained the postmistress. "I'm one." Candidate Coffey bleakly drank a Coca-Cola, then moved...