Word: pirogov
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Dates: during 1948-1948
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...Everyone Listens." Last week Pirogov and Barsov held a mammoth press conference in the Camp McCauley officers' club. They explained to the world what made two officers in the Red air force, the most privileged group in Russia, choose to join the tens of thousands of Russian soldiers and civilians who have made their way to the West since 1945. "The Party," said Pirogov, "does nothing to meet the needs and desires of the people." "And elections aren't free!" shouted Barsov, banging his fist on the table. "They must vote at the point...
...Pirogov and Barsov were eager to start learning about the western world. Shown a bathtub, they started to climb in with their shorts on; they thought it was a small swimming pool...
Twenty-eight-year-old Lieut. Piotr Pirogov and his copilot, Anatoly Barsov, had been planning for a year to escape from Russia and get to the U.S. They had left their base near Lwow, formerly Poland, on a routine training flight that morning and headed for Munich in the U.S. zone of Germany. The third member of their crew, a flight sergeant, was not in on the lieutenants' plan. When they were airborne, Pirogov told the sergeant he could either come along or bail out while still over Russian territory. Since there were no parachutes in the plane...
...sent a tall, sturdily built Russian in the uniform of a major in the MVD (secret police) to question the fugitives. Pirogov led off with the statement that he wasn't going back to Russia until there was a change in the regime. When the major kept referring to a "forced landing," Pirogov corrected him sharply: "There was no forced landing about it. I landed on U.S. territory because I intended to. This was an escape, not a forced landing...
...Strike Him?" After an hour of fruitless questioning, the major asked Pirogov whether he had given any thought to his family back in Russia. "I object!" an American officer put in heatedly. "That's coercion." "What do you mean, coercion?" the MVD man replied in an injured tone. "Did I strike him?" After an hour's argument over what constituted coercion, the major was finally allowed to ask whatever he wanted. He drew a blank...