Somehow or other, Red Chinese Premier Chou En-lai could not bring himself to leave Moscow. Perhaps it was the tonic weathersnow flurries and freezing temperatures. Maybe it was the charm of his hosts, burr-browed
Leonid Brezhnev and cozy, cadaverous Aleksei Kosygin. More probably, Chou, who was closeted with B. & K. at least once a day for most of last week, felt he was getting somewhere with his Russian adversariesnot fast but fast enough. After all, Peking's great enemy, Nikita Khrushchev, had been sacrificed; now both sides could make at least limited concessions.
Token Aid. According to rumors filtering out of...
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