Word: spent
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Pentagon could ever possibly do to top the $600 hammer, the New York Times ran a front-page story on April 9 about the Navy's newest and most advanced submarine defense system--the bottlenosed dolphin. In a clandestine program expanded under the Reagan Administration, the U.S. Navy has spent close to $30 million over the past four years trying to put these highly intelligent marine mammals to military...
...spent much of my last full day in Moscow at the apartment of an "unofficial" -- i.e., banned -- artist, the late Vasily Sitnikov. A true eccentric who built kayaks by hand in the vain hope of exporting them to the West, Sitnikov scorned "socialist realism" in his art. His most serious paintings alternated between a touching optimism and a profound morbidity. During our afternoon together, we discussed the plight of Soviet artists, and I left with two paintings hidden under my jacket (in case KGB watchers were about). On my return to Moscow this year, I saw a fully sanctioned exhibition...
...didn't arrive in time for the funeral. We flew in the day after, and we spent the five days that Moscow gave us at the home of Daniel's widow Irina Uvarova...
...Abram Tertz. When Soviet officials discovered Tertz's real identity in 1965, they arrested Sinyavsky, along with his friend Yuli Daniel, another underground writer. Convicted of "anti-Soviet acts" in a celebrated trial that for the first time drew the world's attention to Moscow's dissident movement, Sinyavsky spent almost six years in a labor camp, Daniel five. Sinyavsky emigrated to Paris in 1973, and Soviet authorities reluctantly permitted him to return last January to attend the funeral of his great friend Daniel. In the following pages, Sinyavsky reflects on those remarkable five days in Moscow, on Gorbachev...
When we stopped for an hour or so at the dacha (twelve miles outside Moscow) where Daniel spent the last years of his life, the police turned up unexpectedly and announced in embarrassment that as foreigners we were "violating a forbidden zone." The good-natured policemen did little to hide the fact that they were being forced to draw up a report on the orders of the KGB. The quiet snowfall beyond the window, reminding us of an old-style Russian winter, was our reward for this "violation...