In Russia a 12th Century legend tells of a warrior mighty and virtuous who struck his enemy such a blow that blood rushed to heaven and bones spilled all over the earth. In Manhattan last week a pretty little Russian woman became that warrior, sounded his battle cry heroically. Next minute you could have believed her to be a whole band of Cossacks restlessly awaiting the approaching Tartars. Then she prayed, as a Siberian tribe long-vanished prayed to Kalaidos, its God. These were the stout, earthy beginnings of Nina Tarasova's first U....
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