To Ainibulak, Kazakstan, on the southern fringe of Siberia, to celebrate an unprecedented May Day, went a great horde last week. From the Kirghiz Steppes; from the valley of the tempestuous Hi; from trackless plains and mountainsides; from Moscow, 3,000 miles away: bearded patriarchs with their clans and scores of children; bigwigs of the Soviet Union; Kazaks, turbanned, camel-riding, purple-robed; heavy-handed farm women from Penza's and Samara's fertile plains; soldiers of the Red army; Turkmen, bunches of wild red turekid under their left ears; voluble Muscovites, spinning out arguments about rural...
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