In the beginning were the Russians. They came to Geneva smiling, waving at the crowds, breathing good will, issuing invitations to one and all to come visit the Soviet Union. "Things are different now," cried burly Nikita Khrushchev.
A year ago, for the grim Geneva Conference in the week of Dienbienphu, Foreign Minister Vyacheslav Molotov had demanded and got a closed, bulletproof limousine. Last week, the Russians climbed into open cars and toured Geneva like politicians running for the town council. Premier Nikolai Bulganin beamed and waved his grey fedora; Party Boss Khrushchev...
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