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The face that Moscow turned to the world this week was, except for the missing mustache, disconcertingly the samefat, inscrutable, steelyeyed. Georgy Maximilianovich Malenkov and his fellow heirs to the proletarian kingdom of Joseph Stalin had stepped into power with every outward sign of unity.
On the big Red Square tomb, where on state occasions Russian bigwigs customarily line up in careful order like squat tenpins, state sculptors chiseled the name CTARNH (Stalin) just below Lenin's. Presses began to grind out millions of copies of the three funeral orations by...
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