Word: greyingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...their garrisons and into all the major towns; Moscow, it seemed, had not abandoned Comrade Ulbricht after all. Workers hurled bricks at the tanks and curses at their own jack-booted People's Police, but they had no arms or organization. Bitterly, docilely, East Germany's grey millions returned to work and settled down to years of hopelessness...
...Grudge. It was the same old Jomo. The spade beard was mottled with grey, but the clothes that he wears like a uniform-brown leather jacket, baggy corduroy trousers, red tie-were the same as the clothes he wore at the time of his arrest by the British in 1952. Now as then, he denies complicity in the Mau Mau terror which cost the lives of more than 13,000. Says Kenyatta: "I have never been a violent man. My whole life has been antiviolence." As for the eight years of detention, partly spent at remote Lodwar, where...
...tall, grey-haired woman doctor, Maria Sergeevna Gaievskaya, described methods developed in Dr. Vladimir Aleksandrovich Negovsky's Resuscitation Laboratory in Moscow. The lab is already famous for its success in reviving thousands of suffocation victims, some heart attack victims, and some stillbirths by pumping blood-bank blood into arteries under pressure during the six minutes after "clinical death." Dr. Gaievskaya's findings offer an explanation of that six minutes of grace...
...Pravda. What Khrushchev wanted to convey to his own people was delivered earlier in a formal nationwide radio and television address, scrupulously similar in staging, and even in tone, to the previous week's "fireside chat'' by President John Kennedy. Natty in silk tie and bemedaled grey striped suit, Russia's boss put in a few ugly growls, but carefully framed them in peaceful phrases. "Life demands that statesmen . . . should not only say reasonable things, but also should not permit themselves in politics to cross the line when the voice of reason falls silent...
Before the war, Sol Nazerman had been an instructor at the University of Cracow; the Nazis packed him off to Belsen and Dachau, where his wife and daughter were murdered. Surviving somehow, Sol escaped to the U.S. and prosperity; but at 45 he is a grey echo of a man. By day he shuffles about the dusty hock shop that he manages for a tax-wise hoodlum: by night, at the home he shares with his sister's family, he listens stolidly to the family's spoiled and petulant quarrels. On Sundays, he sits in the backyard, reading...