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Fado's dark charms are, indeed, perceivable beyond Portugal. Amália has sung in New York and Hollywood, made a dozen successful visits to Bra zil and just finished a triumphant engagement in Mexico City. But back home, her spell is so strong that she easily persuades Portugal's leading intellectuals and composers to write songs for her, thus taking the national art form from the hands of the dejected lovers and sentimental ladies who anonymously contribute most fado lyrics...
...viet press dubbed the cosmonauts, then hugged and embraced their families. The band of the Moscow garrison played the Soviet national anthem, punctuated by a 2 1 -gun salute. On the 20-mile trip from the airport to Red Square. Nikolayev and Popovich stood in a flower-covered Zil convertible and waved bouquets at the crowds that lined the route...
...showered him with roses, thrust out carnations. Dobrynin lost no time in dispensing his own roses. Smiling graciously and speaking in slightly accented English, he quoted Thomas Jefferson on the "remarkable similarity" between Americans and Russians, extended "the friendly greetings of my people." Then he climbed into a black Zil limousine and sped off to the Soviet embassy...
...made a second attempt to join his old comrades through a side door of the Mausoleum and was ejected by a plainclothesman. He then stood pathetically beside a white-smocked woman selling ice cream and watched somberly as Defense Minister Rodion Malinovsky stood in the tonneau of an open Zil auto and took the roaring salute of the assembled soldiers. Old Comrad Voroshilov must have reflected how often he had played the very same role, but mounted on a white charger instead of riding...
Next morning, while Eisenhower, De Gaulle and Macmillan met in the Elysée Palace to make a last attempt to save the summit, Khrushchev climbed into a big, black Zil convertible with Defense Minister Rodion Malinovsky and went bowling off into the country. Spotting a wood chopper beside the road, Nikita had the car stopped, leaped out and seized the ax from the startled peasant. After lopping off a few branches from a fallen tree, Nikita popped back into the car, perspiring. At the tiny village of Pleurs, he lifted a glass of champagne and shouted, "Vive la paix...