Word: malenkov
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...Tooling along the Great West Road, Malenkov's car passed a loudspeaker van which blared: "Tell Khrushchev and Bulganin they will not be welcome here. We don't want Red murderers in this country!" But Georgy, if he could understand its message, paid it no mind. Still smiling broadly when he pulled up at the Russian embassy in London's "Millionaire's Row," he chucked the chin of one embassy tot who was waiting in the driveway to greet him, patted the head of another, aimed a last wave and grin at the cameras, and disappeared...
That afternoon the Soviet power chief and his British counterpart, Lord Citrine, exchanged reminiscences over claret* and quotes from roughhewn Scots Poet Bobbie Burns. It turned out, in fact, that Malenkov had a Soviet edition of Burns in Russian right in his pocket. "A man's a man for a' that, for a' that an' a' that . . . The honest man, tho e'er sae puir, is king of men for a' that." Malenkov read in Russian, while an interpreter provided the Scots burr. "A very friendly man," said Lord Citrine later, "with...
...second day in town, still carefully guarded by a detachment of two motorcycle policemen and a squad car, Malenkov drove through the West End to see the sights. As they approached Trafalgar Square, the busiest crossroads in London, the police swung around one way as had been planned, but instead of following them, Malenkov's ZIS swung off the other way. There was a squealing of brakes as his guards discovered the wile, but when at last they caught up, there was Malenkov, unprotected in the middle of London's surging crowds. He had been told, he said...
...Nice. In attempting to isolate Malenkov, British authority seemed as fearful of too much friendliness as it was of too little. As the visiting Russian, nattily turned out in a light blue topcoat, emerged into Winsley Street after a visit to the British Electricity Authority headquarters, a surging crowd was gathered in the street to see him. Scores of female garmentworkers hung out of the windows across the street to catch a glimpse. When Malenkov raised his hand and grinned his broadest, the walls echoed with a welcoming cheer. "He was so clean-cut," one sewing-machine operator told...
...Malenkov, said a Soviet spokesman solemnly, does not drink vodka...