Word: russianize
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...afford to meet his opponents' raise, especially if each side knows the other's hand. If the Soviets can marshal a substantial missile margin they can force peripheral issues and fragment our alliances by bullying smaller nations into neutrality. In short, our missile supply may be sufficient to discourage Russian attack once the brink of war is reached; but when the Soviets possess missile superiority they may be able to force our allies to yield before the critical point is reached...
Ever since the Russian satellite caught the scientists partly unprepared with organizational details and programming plans for the computers, matters have been quite confused and decentralized...
...there was a volcanic eruption, it is evidence that the moon is not a cold, dead lump of rock, but that its interior is still hot, at least in some places. Some non-Russian astronomers have accepted Dr. Kozyrev's observations, if not his theories. Professor Donald H. Menzel of Harvard thinks that Kozyrev certainly saw something happen on the moon, but it may have been merely a jet of gas breaking out of a crevice. Physicist J. H. Fremlin of the University of Birmingham, England theorized in this week's Nature that if the bottoms of lunar...
...German mother. She is alone in Paris and so sensitive, so vulnerable that the plight of a homeless cat can reduce her to tears. She drinks too much, writes too little and apparently wants nothing but the affection that a pointless life has denied her. When the young Russian named Dima comes along, the accident of love is as inevitable as the bump of a skidding taxicab on the Pont Royal. Their love affair begins with a drink, a look and a touch. It flames, gutters and flames again...
Dima is the son of White Russian parents, a suicide father and a mother who has somehow managed to keep a little money. Mamma's apartment is one of those Paris crow's nests where tea, scraps of food and family belongings are hoarded under beds and a running war is maintained with the concierge. Author Marsh, 36, who has some autobiographical credentials for her story, writes with authority about the grubby side of Parisian life, has woven the fly-by-night painters, writers and plain frauds into her story with the sureness of a Parisian landlady counting...