All week long a cloudpart frost, part smoke, part dusthung over the agony of Budapest. From the heights of Buda, Red Army soldiers occasionally saw the spires of a cathedral swim out of the cloud's dark folds, stand in the clear for a few moments, disappear again. For miles around, the snow was black with soot from the cloud. In the heart of the town a grim struggle raged through the days & nights, block by block, brick by brick. As the battle neared its 15th day, the Russians had won more than 1,900 of the 4,500 blocks of...
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