Word: lightly
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...weather seemed more appropriate for football. The Red Sox were limping home from a 1-4 road trip. Yet somehow the sun managed to light a fire under the Red Sox and their fans...
What also distinguishes this issue is the unprecedented involvement of Soviet journalists and writers. We asked Vitali Korotich, editor of Ogonyok, a leading light of glasnost, to write about the pitfalls of the new Soviet journalism. Mikhail Zhvanetsky, one the country's most popular and outspoken comedians, penned a monologue for Show Business. Yuri Shchekochikhin, who works for Literaturnaya Gazeta, co-wrote a piece examining perestroika in the provinces. The Books section features an excerpt from The Place of the Skull, the latest novel by one of Gorbachev's favorite authors, Chingiz Aitmatov. Andrei Sinyavsky, an emigre writer who spent...
...exhumation constitutes a precise visual image of the Soviet Union's efforts to confront the horrors of its past. With Mikhail Gorbachev's approval, Soviet historians, scholars and journalists are metaphorically digging up evidence of Stalin's crimes and exposing those crimes in all their ghastliness to the light...
...close-ups, almost every company seems infatuated with mounting shows in gloomy near darkness or in silhouette behind a scrim. Moreover, many of the popular tricks of stagecraft (a costumed mannequin standing amid the audience's seats, a door flinging open to reveal a burst of light) are recognizable even to Westerners as derived from the 1960s work of such still active directors as Yuri Lyubimov and Oleg Efremov, who today runs the venerable Moscow Art Theater. The one true innovation of recent years, nudity, has become similarly cliched: bare breasts or bottoms, and even crotches, are on view...
Perhaps Daniel's death colored my impressions. Moscow seemed incredibly dreary. I hadn't been there for 15 years. The darkness was striking. From the first moment, while we were still at the airport, it seemed as if the electricity had burned out and that the meager light was being supplied by a weak portable generator. The sense of abandonment and homelessness was aggravated by the piles of dirty, blackened snow along the sides of the dark streets. It hadn't been like that before. Where were the streetlights? Where had the stately yard keepers, who used to clean Moscow...