Word: molotovs
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Moscow, U.S. Ambassador Walter Bedell Smith paid a private call in the Kremlin on Soviet Foreign Minister V. M. Molotov...
Talking Turkey. "Beedle" Smith had called to talk turkey with Molotov. In a full statement of the U.S. position, he told the Soviet Foreign Minister that the U.S. is economically sound of heart & limb; that it is by no means paralyzed in its international activities by the upcoming presidential campaign; that a united U.S. people are just as determined as ever to oppose Soviet aggression and the spread of Communist ideas; and that if Moscow is beginning to think anything else, it is listening too hard to Henry Wallace-and swallowing its own propaganda...
Last week, he pasted a neat miniature of Molotov in his album: "Cannonball head . . . comprehending eyes . . . slab face ... a man of outstanding ability and cold-blooded ruthlessness ... I have never seen a human being who more perfectly represented the modern conception of a robot . . . His smile of Siberian winter, his carefully-measured and often wise words, his affable demeanor, combined to make him the perfect agent of Soviet policy in a deadly world . . . Havoc and ruin had been around him all his days . . . How glad I am at the end of my life not to have had to endure...
...During the Council of Foreign Ministers," he recalled, "during one of the more pleasant-or shall I say, least unpleasant-moments, I found myself talking to Mr. Molotov in the presence of [Mr. Bevin]. Mr. Molotov asked me whether I had studied the works of Karl Marx. I replied that I had, but that I was anything but a Marxist. Foreign Minister Molotov suggested that one was unlikely to find a good Marxist in the House of Lords. Mr. Bevin then put in: 'That is just where you are wrong. The House of Lords are the only people...
TIME got the sense of that assumption into its report of the conference-but in so doing it missed a lot of excitement. Most of the dailies panted through new crises with every edition. If Molotov frowned, peace was doomed. If he conceded a minor point, Russian basic policy seemed to have undergone a complete transformation. Radio listeners could almost hear the thud of hooves in the background of the conference bulletins. "Now Molotov's ahead. But he looks tired. Stettinius called a press conference. . . ." All this nonsense was so vastly confusing (and so essentially false) that many readers...