At Moscow's Vnukovo Airport one day last fortnight, five bearded Russian Orthodox prelates waited nervously for the plane from Prague. Aboard it were the latest emissaries from the West: nine U.S. Protestant churchmen representing the National Council of Churches. The Americans, in Russia for ten days of talk with Russian churchmen, were whisked off to lush quarters in the Sovietskaya Hotel, taken that night to The Bronze Horseman ballet at the Bolshoi Theater. Since, for the Americans, it was Lent, and Sunday at that, they seemed a little discomfited. "When in Rome," said one wryly, "do as the Romans do."
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