Whenever a Soviet dissident picks up his telephone, he can be sure that the KGB has either bugged it or disconnected it. So it was last week that in a tiny Moscow apartment, a tall, stooped man of 55 bundled himself into his worn overcoat and ratty fur hat, walked down seven flights of stairs and made his way through a noontime snowstorm to a public phone booth. It was by now a familiar routine for Andrei Sakharov, foremost builder of the Soviet hydrogen bomb, winner of the 1975 Nobel Peace Prize and...
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