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''Who was the political leader you mentioned in the telegram?"
I decided to stall for time. "Which telegram?"
"The telegram that defames the KGB," the man behind my back roared.
''I'm not trying to defame anyone," I said, seeing that the game was useless. "I only wrote what I had learned from an American politician. If this information is correct, those who have arrested Sinyavsky and Daniel have put a slur on our country's prestige and have simply fallen into a trap."
"It's a slander!" bellowed the man sitting on the table. YEVGENY YEVTUSHENKO, IN SOVIET LIFE |
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The distinctive sound of a call from the downstairs security desk woke Charlotte Conroy at three in the morning. She came awake immediately, her heart pounding, sat up, and reached for the telephone. She cleared her throat before she spoke, |
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