Scoops are as rare as kulaks in wartime Russia. Two dozen U.S. and British correspondents cover Europe's First Front, but in its 18 months of war there have been only three clear beats. The third came last week.
Correspondents live circumscribed routine lives in Moscow, have their most excitement trying to beat each other to the wire. After breakfast (tea, toast, and cold sausage, cold fish, occasionally an omelet), in their dimly lit, chill rooms at Moscow's squat Metropole Hotel each morning, they hurriedly compose stories culled from four Moscow papers—Pravda, Red...
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