Outside the tall arched windows of the Great Kremlin Hall, rain squalls chased the spring sunbeams across Moscow's sky. Inside, the 1,378 members of what passes for the Soviet Union's parliament sat tense and expectant at long rows of neat desks. Diplomats, newsmen, and a delegation from Ghana stared down from packed galleries. At the tribune hunched the familiar, round, shiny-pated figure of Nikita Khrushchev. His voice was strident and bitter. Gone was the bland old bluster about "peace and friendship," as the Soviet boss, in we-will-bury-you language, denounced the U.S. for sending a plane over Russia (see NATIONAL AFFAIRS)...
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