One breezy afternoon last week, a green-and-cream diesel train rolled into Mos cow's cavernous Kiev station with a man described in the official press, only a few years back, as "traitor, Judas, fascist, saboteur, imperialist agent, renegade," and a hundred other names in the extensive vocabulary of Communist invective. Wearing a powder-blue military blouse loaded with gold braid and ribbons, and red-striped trousers, Yugoslavia's Marshal Tito stepped out of his luxury coach to the sound of Muscovite cheers and triumphal military music.
To greet him were Russia's top leaders, President Voroshilov, Premier Bulganin...
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