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...carpet that had originally been woven for Napoleon's Josephine, he plunged into a round of handshakes in his now familiar manner-a quick look down for the hand, a look up for the owner, a short shake, and then onward. Behind him came friendly, roly-poly Mme. Nina Petrovna Khrushchev in black astrakhan coat and pillbox hat, her arms full of orchids. The rest of the family trooped in afterward-Daughters Julia, Rada and Elena, Son Sergei and Son-in-Law Alexei Adzhubei, editor of Izvestia. It was the first time since 1896 that a Russian ruler...
...Have a Saying ..." Nina Petrovna Khrushchev proved herself a more engaging personality. At the Franco-U.S.S.R. Society, and at the two-room apartment once occupied by Lenin, she threw her solid arms about French Communist leaders and bussed them resoundingly. At the middle-class department store, the Galeries Lafayette, she fell in love with a pale green at-home dress. Later she took in a bit of the Louvre-the Mona Lisa, Napoleon's crown, the Venus de Milo-along with two of her daughters, in a 40-minute sprint. Meanwhile, at a luncheon at the Diplomatic Press...
...have dishonored our sister. You must marry her." Salvatore protested in vain that he had only kissed her. The brothers spread their threats to the marketplace. Sebastiano told Salva-tore's mother: "You'd better get a mourning wreath ready for your door," and Antonio gave Nina a small Beretta pistol, with 150 rounds of ammunition...
Last week poor, simple-minded Nina was in prison awaiting sentence for what the weekly Oggi could only describe as "the most senseless crime in Sicily's history." Once too often the hapless Salvatore had passed by the Giurlando farmhouse, and Nina had fired four fatal bullets into his body. "Do you repent of what you have done?" she was asked by the authorities. "Why should I repent?" she cried. "I was dishonored." The medical examination that declared her still a virgin meant nothing to Nina. Monotonously, tonelessly, she kept repeating: "He kissed me. He kissed me. He kissed...
Love and the French, by Nina Epton. A keyhole view of the subject from the hard-jousting Middle Ages to the seemingly weary 20th century...