To Soviet Russia's masters of the mind, cultural exchange does not include much exchange for the artists who perform abroad. They are expected both to win their hosts' hosannas and return with the same dim view of the outside world as they had when they left. The formula: though Americans can be nice enough personally, their culture is starved, purposeless, oppressed, and altogether appalling.
Last week word got out that one Soviet star had daringly snarled the party line. He was no less a personage than Choreographer Igor Moiseyev, whose dance troupe...
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