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Back from his swing through the Urals and Siberia, Nixon had gone into seclusion at the U.S. embassy for two days to draft the speech for what he saw as an unprecedented opportunity to speak plainly about Soviet-American relations. He sweated his first draft of 5,000 words down to 2,000 to fit into half an hour, with another 30 minutes' time for translation. At his side as he spoke was his own interpreter, the U.S. State Department's Alexander Akalovsky, charged with translating in the most effective way possible-thought by thought, but never more...
While Richard Nixon whistle-stopped his way through the vast expanse of Siberia, the world barely noted the foreign ministers' conference grinding to an inconclusive end in Geneva. In Vienna, young Americans and Russians alike were learning some of the facts of international life at a rowdy, Red-run youth festival. And in their twin expositions-the Soviet in New York and the U.S. in Moscow-the superpowers sought with all the arts of salesmanship and propaganda to convince each other of their strength, wealth and contentment...
Between the acts of Swan Lake one evening last week, the Vice President of the U.S. and his lady strolled to the front entrance of the mammoth opera house that is the pride of Novosibirsk, the raw young industrial city (pop. 877,000) sometimes called "the Chicago of Siberia." From the impatient, densely packed crowd milling in front of the theater a female voice shouted: "Say something...
Coffins & Carpets. He traveled to Russia in 1903 and got the attention that nourished him by breaking out of a steel-barred carette, one of the portable, horse-drawn cells used for transporting political prisoners to Siberia. He had been stripped to his drawers and examined by doctors before being locked up. but he produced a small, coiled-spring saw and a can opener to cut through the zinc floor of his cage; they were passed to him, mouth to mouth, when his wife kissed him in tearful "farewell" before the carette was hidden in the corner of the prison...
...through sacked and smoking Ireland accompanied by a saintly priest, helped by Irish guerrillas and making the customary hairbreadth escapes from gun and gallows. Author Macken brings such sweeping lyricism to this flight as to make it seem that plucky Dominick is battling his way the length of Siberia instead of the mere 100 miles from Drogheda to Galway...