"I feel like a lion who discovers that the bear's hug doesn't break his ribs." So said Britain's Prime Minister Harold Macmillan on the first jovial evening of his mission to Russia. This week, as he prepared to carry out the diplomatic equivalent of Napoleon's retreat from Moscow, Macmillan has learned a little more about bears.
In the beginning, the Soviet bear hug seemed full of earthy cordiality. At Stalin's old dacha 60 miles southeast of Moscow, Macmillan and Khrushchev jaunted companionably through the pine woods in a troika, sharing a lap robe and...
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