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In Moscow's snow-clad streets celebrating infantrymen in fleece-lined leather coats and yellow fur hoods, provincial troops in worn quilted jackets and spiked woolen forage caps, Cossack officers in capes, spurred knee boots and high astrakhans would not reason with their joy. In the street, a grinning, drink-happy young man suddenly seized Tlinesman Sulzberger by the arm, exclaimed in joy and wonderment: "It is Moscow! Here we are in Moscow!"
It was a scant two months and two weeks since Adolf Hitler had announced to the German nation: "I say that this enemy is already smashed and will never rise again."