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For more than two years the leaders of the two great power blocs have been slowly picking their way toward the summit. This week, under the long, tapering shadow of the U2's wings, the summit conference and the dream of peaceful coexistence smashed against the rock of Nikita Khrushchev's intransigent belligerence.
When his white Ilyushin jet bore him into Paris a day earlier than he had originally planned. Nikita appeared to be in a comparatively calm mood. At the country residence of Soviet Ambassador to Paris Sergei Vinogradov, he fed bread...
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