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When Andrei Fedorov ran a state-owned restaurant in Moscow, he made 190 rubles ($304) a month even if no one came to dinner. "I didn't care if we had customers or not," he says with a shrug. "I didn't care if the service was good." Two years ago, he started his own now popular bistro, Kropotkinskaya 36, just off Sadovaya Ring Road in the Soviet capital. Fedorov pays himself about 850 rubles ($1,360) a month, nearly four times the average Soviet salary. But he works twice as hard as he ever did as a government employee...
...climbed by 33 people, withheld permission (in the form of benign weather) from a much larger number and killed nine climbers. Are those good odds or bad? A flatlander's question, an observer decides, after asking it of Stacy Allison and Peggy Luce; to mountaineers, the answer is a shrug. The odds are the odds. Allison, a contractor and house framer from Portland, Ore., and Luce, a bicycle messenger from Seattle, members of a U.S. expedition from the Pacific Northwest, were among the 33 summit climbers. More important, as these matters are reckoned, they were the first and second...
...little intimidated," admits Sage C. Stossel. She adds with a shrug of her shoulders and a smile, "But, I guess I have no choice...
After news of the aborted bust leaked to the press, Barry held a series of self-pitying press conferences, blaming the press and political opponents for his problems. "There are lingering questions I'll never be able to convince a lot of people of," Barry said with a shrug. "They don't understand my complex, I suppose, personality." He added to the confusion by first offering to take a drug test "if it will help matters," then waffling on the offer...
...adaptation of the Choderlos de Laclos novel, was elegant and epicene. Les Lay caught the novel's central conceit -- that sex is a wicked game, the rankest form of show business -- in a witty talkathon on Topic A. The movie goes one crucial step further, allowing the characters to shrug off their finery and display some redeeming prurient interest. The actresses are all wanly handsome: ornaments of an era close to exhaustion. Pfeiffer and Thurman make for luscious bookends in the library of lust. Close sits back and plays the puppeteer of a dozen destinies, until she realizes that...