He looked and sounded weary as he mounted the podium. Bags bulged under his eyes; his thinning white hair was rumpled; his words came slowly at first. But as he warmed to his theme, his voice grew louder and shook with indignation; he waved his finger and brandished a fist over the lectern. Soviet Foreign Minister Eduard Shevardnadze, known the world over for his all-weather, ear- to-ear grin, for once was in a boiling, very public rage.
His words were even more shocking than his manner. Shocking to the nearly 2,000 members of the Congress of People's Deputies, meeting in a...
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