When Foreign Minister Gregory Vassilievitch Tchitcherin is in Moscow it is not unusual for the windows of the Soviet Foreign Office to blaze until dawn. M. Tchitcherin is lank, indefatigable. Once an aristocrat and trained in the Tsarist diplomatic school, he has espoused the cause of the Soviets with a vehemence that drives his hard pushed subordinates to the last fringe of desperation.
For months and years he has been directing from Moscow the Soviet's stupendous dream to unite with certain Western European nations and crush the rest. Until recently he has felt...
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