Returning from a weighty conference at the summer palace of Little Tsar Boris, frugal Prime Minister Andrei Liaptcheff last week bounced in the back seat of his ancient, rattling limousine while his chauffeur wheeled the car down the rutty road to Sofia. Near Varna, not far from the palace, the Liaptcheff limousine swerved round a curve, slewed against the glossy high-wheeled cart of a rich Bulgarian peasant.
Prime Minister's limousine and peasant's cart plunged side by side down the road for 20 yards, the peasant sawing at his horses' mouths, shouting bristling Bulgarian...
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