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Dates: during 1980-1989
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David A. Bell '89 is a Physics concentrator who heard about SafeStreets through a friend. "I've been working for the program since it started," says Bell. Despite the slow nights, Bell feels that SafeStreets is well worth his time. "If we prevent even one assault, it's worth it," he says...
...Ford, supervisor for the night, reads from an enormous government sourcebook. SafeStreets encourages people to work the same nights, so they get to know their night's regular supervisor. One of 12 supervisors, Ford usually works Mondays, but is covering for a friend on this Saturday night. All volunteers must find their own replacements if they are unable to work on a night for which they have signed...
...there is any choice at all in the stores, crowded with shoppers whom shortages have made ruble-rich, it is between the shoddy output of state enterprises and the higher quality -- and prices -- offered by co-ops. "There is more freedom now, but life is harder," a Russian friend said. Reality is a daily grind: commuting from cramped flats to unsatisfying work, sending children to decrepit schools, trudging from shop to dismal shop in hopes of finding even basics like laundry soap...
...eyes of Andrei Sinyavsky, and prepare to be astonished. As a literary critic in Moscow, Sinyavsky for years secretly published bitter, moving short stories in the West under the pseudonym Abram Tertz. When Soviet officials discovered Tertz's real identity in 1965, they arrested Sinyavsky, along with his friend Yuli Daniel, another underground writer. Convicted of "anti-Soviet acts" in a celebrated trial that for the first time drew the world's attention to Moscow's dissident movement, Sinyavsky spent almost six years in a labor camp, Daniel five. Sinyavsky emigrated to Paris in 1973, and Soviet authorities reluctantly permitted...
When perestroika began, I asked myself if perhaps I hadn't been mistaken about the pyramid. But not long ago, I had the sad occasion to spend some time in Moscow. On the evening of Dec. 30, my friend Yuli Daniel died. If it had not been for his death, they would not have let me into Moscow. Moscow had been denying my wife Maria a visa for a year and a half. The Soviet consulate in Paris had informed us by telephone on the morning of Dec. 30 of the latest denial. Then, after two days of negotiations, they...