The New York Times, by Hedrick Smith
Winning Work
By Hedrick Smith
MOSCOW, March 4 — Two decades after his death on March 5, 1953, Stalin enjoys great latent prestige among the Soviet people and a much more favorable popular reputation than Nikita S. Khrushchev, the man who dared denounce him for his vast political purges.
Not only has Stalin been officially rehabilitated to a modest role in Soviet history, but there is an undercurrent of nostalgia for what many people now feel were in some ways the good old days of Stalin's rule, from 1924 to 1953.
This is a far cry, of course, from the outpouring of praise and adulation heaped upon Stalin during his lifetime. But it represents a distinct comeback from the Khrushchev era when he was either denounced or treated as a nonperson.
Today, approval is far from universal and Stalin's excesses are on occasion obliquely criticized. But there is clear sympathy for crediting the former “friend and teacher” of the Soviet people with achievements of the past as well is a tendency in many quarters to idealize his leadership style.
With Stalin clearly in mind, many Russians comment privately that what the country needs is a “krepky khozyain” — a strong master.
A factory director, bedeviled by problems of labor turnover, alcoholism and absenteeism, will wistfully recall to friends the tight discipline maintained under Stalin when a worker could be harshly penalized, even jailed, for showing up 10 minutes late.
Older people, political conservatives, militia officers irritated by the miniskirts, jeans, long hair, rock music and other fashions that trickle in from outside — hanker for the “order” of the Stalinist days when youth was more manageable.
Many ordinary people, grumbling about rising prices or never‐ending shortages, remember Stalin's annual and highly publicized practice of reducing prices on a few items, though they, usually forget that there were often hidden increases on others.
A Longing to Be Awed
Still other people, criticizing Khrushchev as a bungler who tinkered unsuccessfully with the Soviet system, and dissatisfied with what they describe as the grayness of the present leadership, long to be awed, once more by a ruler of Stalin's imposing mysteries and terrible presence.
“The present leadership has no sense of decorum or ceremony, but Stalin knew how to impress people,” commented an Establishment intellectual. “People now feel that when he was alive, other countries respected and feared us more.”
Sympathies for Stalin often emerge spontaneously. Sometimes when he appears in documentary movie or fictionalized film history of World War II, an audience will break into applause. Not long ago, a West European diplomat was surprised to find himself at a small party with a group of middle‐aged, middle‐level Russian officials who toasted Stalin's health more than half a dozen times with no more pretext than that they were drinking one of Stalin's favorite Georgian wines.
Purges Are Defended
In random conversations with foreigners, many ordinary Russians will excuse or even defend Stalin on the issue of the purges. Some months ago, an engineer explained that Stalin was a great man but that others committed mistakes in his name. A teacher in her late 20's said that people generally remembered him well “in spite of the fact that he was a hard man.”
“Maybe he had to be a hard man at that time, maybe it was necessary,” she said.
Liberal, urban intellectuals and outright dissidents, who personally oppose and vehemently criticize Stalin and neo-Stalinism, acknowledge that the general opinion of Stalin is improving, and is especially strong in the countryside.
“Out there,” said a writer in his 60's who spent years in a Stalinist labor camp, “Stalin has a real hold on the people. They feel that he built the country and he won the war. Now they see disorder in agriculture, disorder in industry, disorder everywhere in the economy and they see no end to it. They think that when there was a tough ruler, we did not have such troubles. People forget that things were bad then, too, and they forget the terrible price that we paid.”
Politically minded Soviet citizens offer several explanations for the resurgence of Stalin's reputation. In part, they say, it is a reaction against Khrushchev and dissatisfaction with the present. With his de‐Stalinization campaign and other programs, Khrushchev offended the vested interests of powerful segments In the Communist party, the military, and the police system. Some, it is said, are inclined to glorify Stalin precisely because Khrushchev attacked him so sharply.
Rhythm of History In part, Stalin's improved Image reflects the passage of time, some say. In the two decades since his death, many of those who lived through the worst Stalinist purges of the nineteen‐thirties have died and the memories of millions of others have mellowed.
One dissident suggested that the resurgence of Stalin's popularity reflected the natural rhythms of history. When thousands were rehabilitated and returning from Stalinist camps there was a revulsion toward With the passing of a Generation, the counterreaction began, the dissident reasoned. “After all,” he said, “it took about 30 years after Napoleon's exile from France in 1815 for his nephew to come to power as emperor but Bonapartism as political movement emerged after only about 20 years. So, is not so unnatural for there to be in upsurge of neo‐Stalinist sentiment here now.”
Roy Medvedev, a dissident who chronicled the Stalinist purges in his major work, “Let History Judge,” observed in 1968 that not only was Stalin's official public image refurbished, but that “some party officials openly and proudly call themselves Stalinists, without risking expulsion from the party.”
Other noncomformist thinkers are concerned that the vigorous campaign of suppression against dissident activists in the last 18 months is evidence of a neo‐Stalinist mood in the party. None, however, suggests that the latest campaign remotely compares to the Stalinist repressions in either numbers or methods.
Another reason for what might be termed Stalin's comeback is his improved treatment in the press.
In the first years after his death, the glorification of Stalin was gradually downgraded by his successors preparing the way for Khrushchev's stunning and aggressive de‐Stalinization program.
Famous ‘Secret Speech’
This began sensationally with the famous “secret speech” at the 20th Communist party Congress in 1956 when Khrushchev condemned the Stalinist purges and “the cult of Stalin's personality.” Thousands of his victims were freed from camps and cleared of charges.
Hundreds of towns, streets and sites bearing Stalin's name were renamed, including Stalingrad, where the battle the Russians consider the turning point of the war was fought. The city became Volgograd and the battle became the Battle on the Volga.
Stalin was derided as an ineffective wartime leader who had failed to anticipate the Nazi attack in 1941, had not prepared the country for war and had panicked when the attack came. As a peacetime leader, he was held to have made some contributions until 1934 and after that pictured as a suspicious powermad leader who decimated a generation with his purges. To underscore his fall from grace, his body was removed from the Lenin Mausoleum on Red Square. Anti‐Stalinist poems and prose began appearing.
After Khrushchev was ousted in 1964, his successors reversed the trend. They signaled the end of de‐Stalinization in May, 1965, during celebrations of the 20th anniversary of the allied victory over Germany. The blackout on Stalin was lifted, Stalin appeared for the first time on television screens as wartime leader and father figure for the Soviet people. The battle of Stalingrad regained its original name.
More Public Honors
In 1969, the leadership formally celebrated the 90th anniversary of Stalin's birth, padsing him for “the gigantic transformation,” as well as for his wartime leadership and for having fought such maverick Communists as Trotsky, though his “unjustified repressions” of the nineteen‐thirties were criticized.
In June, 1970, a bust of Stalin was placed over what had been his virtually unmarked grave behind the Lenin Mausoleum. Last year the 50th anniversary of the formation of the Soviet Union was commemorated on Stalin's birthday, Dec. 21, rather than on the proper date nine days later a subtle acknowledgement of his role in Soviet history.
The current leadership has walked a careful, balanced line. It has restored much of Stalin's historical importance but rejected his methods. It has not forgiven Stalin's faults, but it has generally barred publication of works that expose them.
The result is that Soviet citizens know far less about Stalinist repressions than many people abroad. The famous “secret speech” has never been published here. Even allusions to it are rare.
Moreover, though the press continues to print ritual memorials to the most famous victims of‐ Stalin's purges on anniversaries of their birth, it does so without any indication of how they died. This happened most recently with Marshal Mikhail Tukhachevsky, shot in June, 1937, along with other generals during the army purge.
Although an article in the Khrushchev era on the 70th anniversary of Marshal Tukhachevsky's birthday described these events in detail, this year's article simply stopped recounting his career when it reached 1935.
Poised and Dignified
Mention of Stalin in the press, books, magazines or television is limited, though generally sympathetic. He usually appears in the memoirs of retired generals or documentary or fictionalized movies about World War II — a man of great poise and dignity, decisive and respected but neither imperious nor threatening.
He is portrayed as a wise, kindly and reasonable military leader, accessible to his subordinates and tireless in his service to the country.
The latest installment of a serialized World War II novel, “Blockade” by Aleksandr Chakovsky, editor of the Writers Union weekly, Literatumaya Gazeta, pictures Stalin as a masterful statesman struggling with the lonely decisions of supreme command, acknowledging only in the most minimal way that there were some “mistakes, miscalculations” at the start of World War II.
Moreover, “Blockade” contains only the gentlest possible allusion to the bloody purges —by merely mentioning the year 1937, when the purges were at their peak—and implies that it was the secret police chiefs, not Stalin, who were responsible.
Typically, the account omits any reference to Stalin's fierce temper or any hint of his fears of conspiracies that inspired extreme security measures in his later years.
Play Upon Patriotism
Such accounts, although low key, play upon the naturally strong feelings of patriotism and thereby improve his popular image by linking him with the successful, if painful, war effort.
On occasion, either direct or implied criticism of Stalinist repressions emerges. The most striking current example is a play, “The Ascent of Mount Fuji,” the story of four middleaged men arguing over their guilt in the secret denunciation of a close friend for writing pacifist poem during World War II.
Stalin is never mentioned. Nor are the secret police or the purges generally. But the play dramatizes forcibly for the first time since the Khrushchev era not only the problem of the Stalinist repressions but also the hypocrisy of the current silence about them.
“It's true,” explained a leading Soviet poet, “a few people do want to bring up that issue and face it. But the great majority—the great majority—want to forget about it.”
Similarly, very little is said or written about Stalin's role in the forced collectivization of agriculture in the late nineteen-twenties or his role as prime mover in the industrialization of the country.
Anthem Without Words
The result is a distinct gap in Soviet history‐writing and some peculiar social anachronisms. Because the words to the Soviet national anthem mentioned Stalin in a flattering way, Khrushchev decreed that the words would no longer be sung. A commission was to be appointed to produce new lyrics, but none have ever been accepted. So, at major public events, Soviet citizens stand in silence while their national anthem is played, On Soviet calendars, which honor the birthdays of much lesser figures, Stalin is unmentioned.
More significant, some Soviet parents think, is the fact that a generation of young people is growing up without learning much about a long and crucial period of the country's history.
Some parents and teachers in higher educational institutions assert that there is a sharp polarization among today's young st‐a minority that consider the Stalinist purges an unforgivable black mark in Soviet history. Evidently a larger minority feel that the achievements of the, Stalinist period far outweigh, and perhaps even justify the repressions.
“The issue for most of these young people is not whether they are for Stalin or against him, not whether the Stalinist period was a good thing for the country or a bad thing,” said a man with a daughter studying at Moscow State University. “What my daughter's friends want to know is simply what happened. They feel as though it is part of the country's history and it should not be kept from them.”
A Contrast of Eras
Others draw a contrast between today's youth, which seems relatively unconcerned with Stalinism as an issue, with the youth of a decade ago when university students were sharply challenging their parents about it.
One middle‐aged woman expressed shock when a boy of 16 was unable even to identity Iosif Dzhugashvili, using Stalin's original Georgian name. (He took the name Stalin when he became a Bolshevik revolutionary.) It would be roughly equivalent tor an American teen‐ager not to be able to identify “Ike” as President Eisenhower.
Few things illustrate the gap between Soviet generations more starkly than the relative ignorance of youth about Stalin.
People in their 50's and 60's tend to recall the purges when talking with friends in private, and argue pro or con. Those in their late 30's and early 40's recall the jolt of disillusion at learning what had gone on under Stalin.
“Our generation was the hardest hit,” said one white‐collar worker. “When Stalin died, we were in university, and we thought it was the end of the universe. But we found out that we could go on even without Stalin.”
“Then, we were terribly disillusioned to find out that so many innocent people had been killed and so much history had been falsified,” he said. “Ours was the generation of fathers and sons, when sons asked their parents, Where were you when so‐and‐so was killed and you knew he was a good man and innocent? or ‘Why were you silent?’ Now that's all over. You don't hear that much any more.”
His Death Recalled
Still others vividly recall rushing out to the Kremlin to try to see the body of Stalin, the man who had been the center of the world, when they heard the news of his death, only to be caught up in riots that left hundreds dead and injured in the streets, crushed in the struggle between people and the police. His end was as stormy as his life, they say.
Many recount the surprising re‐emergence of the invisible imprints of his rule, attitudes he encouraged toward previous iron‐handed Russian rulers, like Ivan the Terrible, or fragments of memorized praise of Stalin.
“Not long ago, I was visiting with friends and we started singing,” the white‐collar worker recalled. “The next thing we knew we were singing a song about Stalin that we had memorized in school. We were surprised that we knew almost all the words. It was shocking to hear all those glorious words of praise coming out, as if our minds had been tape ‐ recorders.”
Opinions about Stalin differ not only from generation to generation but also from region to region. Although few generalizations will hold up completely, few dispute that Stalin is still regarded as a saint in his native Georgia and very fondly remembered in the Central Asian republics, but strongly disliked in the Baltic republic and in part of the Ukraine.
So far at least, opinion appears to be generally united on only one issue: whatever respect has been restored to Stalin as a leader who forced achievements upon the country and led the nation to victory in war, no one openly advocates a return to his devastating methods of political control.
By Hedrick Smith
BERLIN — When Leonid Brezhnev came here for a visit in mid‐May, officials of the East German Communist party marshaled thousands of young people to pay him a proper welcome.
Many of those who lined his motorcade route were in the blue jackets of the party's Free German Youth. But even some of those young stalwarts of East German socialism, as well as swarms of other youths, were toting guitars and sporting hip‐hugging, bell‐bottomed slacks and stringy unisex hair long enough to qualify both boys and girls for the Berkeley campus.
While they were waiting for the Soviet leader, number of groups entertained themselves with Western folk rock. Over the crowd rose sounds of American spirituals or “Guantanamera.” One blue jacketed ensemble had even worked out a rockbeat propaganda tune with a rhythmic refrain of “Solidaritat—Ooh-Ah‐Ah.”
Just one of a number of scenes in Eastern Europe for a traveler from Moscow.
Western tourists often overlook the cultural signposts that strike the Muscovite as daring or unusual or openly bourgeois.
For often it is the little things that most quickly mark the lands so long known as Soviet satellites as a different world from Mother Russia and suggest a changing life‐style that has already softened the postwar political rigidities in Eastern Europe.
Not to mention the generally more stylish cut of clothes, the greater density of private cars, and the headlong rush to build private homes, other little things convey a more relaxed, less severe life‐style:
Telephone books in Budapest phone booths (there are none in Moscow); bright new swings, slides and see‐saws or kids on roller skates and shiny bikes in East German playgrounds; American cola served in a local tavern in rural northeast Rumania or the famous Soviet Stolichnaya vodka, denied to Russian consumers for the sake of earning hard currency abroad, marketed in Bucharest; a store for Bibles, prayer books and religious objects given highly visible location on a fashionable Warsaw shopping street; books on Freud in a Budapest bookstore or a simple but up‐to‐date outdoor car‐wash stand in a provincial Hungarian town, or the almost alarming paucity of Lenin statues, which are a constant feature of Soviet life.
In Warsaw, architectural symbols of Eastem Europe as halfway house between Russia and the West, balancing carefully between the past and the future, face each other across Marszalkowska Boulevard.
One side stands the Stalinist Ministry of Culture build;Mg, a towering monument to the. Soviet presence in Poland, built in the pompous, mock gothic, wedding cake style so favored by Stalin for some of Moscow's most famous landmarks. For a couple of decades it has dominated the Warsaw skyline.
Now, cater‐corner a cross the boulevard, a new symbol of Polish ambivalence is rising to share a place in the sun: a square-cut, clean-lined modern Inter‐Continental Hotel, designed to lure Western tourists and help attract more Western trade.
In Bucharest, which sometimes has an unjust reputation as one of the most orthodox of East European capitals, a small, street‐level art gallery near the conservative Central Army House offers a show of modern abstract art that would prompt many a Muscovite to worry that the character-building virtues of Socialist realism were being forgotten.
Op‐art, pop‐art and other Rorschach‐like paintings mingle with bright orange plastic mobiles in the globe, beaker and tube shapes of a modern laboratory or metallic cubes, gears or piping in disarray are mounted in an abstract industrial motif. Patiently, a slender, dark‐haired young woman in a belted sweater and flared corduroys explains derivations from Andy Warhol to less cosmopolitan Rumanians.
There is no pattern for how Western goods or styles are obtained or copied but there is little doubt that this is what people want, young or old.
Pensioners are just about the only people now allowed to leave East Germany on private visits and on a Saturday night near the Friedrichstrasse checkpoint just inside the East sector of Berlin, one can see 40 or 50 elderly women and a few men just returned from the West and patiently waiting in a line for taxis, their shopping bags bulging with modest treasures.
A Dutch woman nearby, visiting East German friends, displays a shopping bag with smoked fish, asparagus, a bottle of Rhine wine, some toothpaste and shampoo.
“They have a lot of consumer things here, but my friends say they have terrible toothpaste and soap,” she explains. “This is what my friends wanted and you're not allowed to bring much.”
Poland, among other countries, has decided to tap not only the urge for Western goods but the uncontrollable flow of hard currency from relatives and foreign travelers —through a network of hard currency stores, open to Poles as well as foreigners.
A Muscovite is startled to watch two young boys walk up to the counter of the shop at the Francuski Hotel in the Cracow and plunk down an American $10 bill to buy a jeans jacket — no questions asked.
A simple enough act, but revolutionary for a Russian because mere possession of hard currency in the Soviet Union — let alone its casual use to buy imported products — would be cause for arrest in most circumstances.
National idiosyncrasies add color to the pattern. A pair of Bulgarian tourists in East Berlin were openly impressed, not only by the sense of prosperity there but also by the discipline of East German pedestrians waiting at traffic lights even when there was no traffic in sight.
“Like the Russians,” explained one of the visitors, “in Bulgaria, we do not wait.” Also like the Russians, the Bulgarians said they liked an early evening stroll and found the emptiness of East Berlin streets on Saturday afternoon or any normal evening a bit eerie.
“But you must not think like some Westerners do that it's because of the system we have,” the professor counseled. “It's the German discipline again. They have strong family character. The men go home early. Children are put in bed at 8 sharp. And ‘they all get up early and go to work on time.’
His Slavic soul was full of admiration and amazement for this punctuality.
But an East German intellectual offered a different explanation for the strange emptiness of downtown East Berlin. “They've all gone home early,” he said, "so they can watch West German TV.”
There are other national variations, as well. The Hungarian‐Austrian border is relatively relaxed. But there is no mistaking where East meets West in Berlin. Even for a traveler accustomed to crossing well‐marked, well-defended Soviet borders, the Berlin wall comes as a shock. The word “wall” is inadequate to describe this concentration camp‐like obstacle that seals off West ‘Berlin from East Germany.
Within yards of East Berlin's Schönefeld International Airport, the Western‐bound traveler is confronted by a formidable barrier: first one and then another electrified barbed wire fence, a plowed strip and an asphalt road, then another plowed strip and jagged concrete tank barriers, a final strip of earth and a 15 foot high wall.
Watchtower guards, owl-eyed behind their huge binoculars, stare down and watch every move as cars and buses undergo not only a thorough search but a zigzag gantlet through a field of, concrete barriers that insure against any speedy getaways.
There are other images, that.evoke Russia itself, especially in the countryside. Bare‐handed, bareheaded peasants in Rumania, caught by a surprisingly late spring snowstorm, haul pails of water by hand from village wells to their roadside homes. Everywhere clusters of peasants gather ‘along country roads with bundles and boxes, hopefully waving at passing cars, no matter how full, anxious for a ride to the next town. their, peasant patience exhausted by the long wait for the next tired bus.
On weekends city‐dwellers as well as farmers in Poland, Rumania, East Germany or Hungary bend low tending their little private garden plots, growing vegetables for the family table.
Almost nowhere in Hungary, East Germany or Poland does a traveler encounter any of the thousands of Soviet soldiers maintaining guard over the region.
“They're carefully segregated from the people here,” explained a French diplomat in one Eastern country. “Occasionally, you come across an encampment with a high wall and Russian writing or some other sign of Russian presence. But they do not mix. It's not just that there are no incidents but they are hardly even visible.”
One saw them nowhere except at the Czechoslovak border town of Decin, on the frontier with East Germany, where they mingled quite freely in uniform among the Czechoslovak crowd at the railroad station.
By Hedrick Smith
BREST, U.S.S.R.—Here on the Soviet‐Polish frontier an unusual feat of engineering occurs every day: Entire trains are lifted off their carriages, car by car, and fitted with new sets of wheels to pass out the Soviet Union into Europe.
They enter Brest on the wide gauge wheel carriages used Russia since Czarist times and an hour and a half later they leave Brest on the narrow wheels that fit the tracks of the rest of Europe. They are ready to travel onward not only to Poland and East Germany but through Berlin to West Germany and the Low Countries and on to the English Channel, because East and West Europe are on the same track.
Symbolically, this shift marks an important cultural divide at the Soviet frontier. It sets off Eastern Europe as world different from the Soviet Union itself, a region with deep historical links to the West, cultural way station between the West and Moscow, and, often, a conveyor belt to the Soviet Union for Western culture and technology. This impression is reinforced in countless ways during the trip from Moscow through Eastern Europe.
A traveler entering the region from the West may note that many basic institutions follow the Soviet model—Communist party rule, a controlled press, five‐year economic plans, police controls and cumbersome bureaucracy.
What strikes the traveler from Moscow are the differences from the Soviet system and the variations in lifestyle. He leaves a nation closed and suspicious, living in continental isolation, and discovers a region of peoples who are fairly broad and open contact with the rest of the world, who practice more flexible forms of Communism, indulge in consumer urges beyond the reach of ordinary Russians, who tolerate artistic and literary forms banned at home by the Kremlin and who allow religion, private agriculture and small private trade a role in Communist society.
Moscow, with its industry and its seven million people conveys size and power, but for international flavor it does not match the smaller capitals of Eastern Europe, with their hotels and airline offices, their more modish shops and fashions, their swarms of tourists.
‘No More Parking Space’
Many little differences greet the visitor from Moscow: the surprising number of Bulgarians driving Mercedes cars Sofia; the appearance of Edward Albee's “Who's Afraid Virginia Woolf?” or Arthur Kopit's “Indians” on the Rumanian stage or “The Flintstones” on Rumanian television; an East Berlin supermarket and department store on the Alexanderplatz that could pass easily in Atlanta; a Polish journalist driving around the block in Gdansk moaning, “Poor old Poland, no more parking space.”
And then there is the constant talk of Eastern European youth about travel abroad; Jimi Hendrix or Mahalia Jackson booming out over a Hungarian radio station; East Germans admitting they listen to the American Armed Forces Radio in Berlin for the latest Western music; the sniping at censor ship, police informers and Com munist‐bloc solidarity in Polish and Hungarian political cabarets; groups of Bulgarians and Rumanians clustered outside the American Embassies in their capitals studying photo exhibits of the Skylab space mission, whereas in Moscow ordinary Russians scurry past the em bassy as if it were a cemetery under military guard.
Eastern Europeans are generally more conversant than Russians with a host of topics dealing with the outside world, from Watergate and West German politics to the latest antics of their favorite Western movie stars and athletes. They know much more about Soviet‐American wheat deals than the Russians themselves. They are less inhibited than most Russians. The Poles, though they do not have freedom of the press, often practice startling freedom of conversation—though even in Poland people sometimes turn up the radio when kitchen talk turns to intellectual dissent.
Persistent Restrictions
The pattern varies from country to country. Hungary and Poland are much more liberal, open and experimental than orthodox Bulgaria. East Germany, Rumania and Czechoslovakia fall between.
Restrictions and limitations persist, but by comparison with the Soviet Union the atmosphere is decidedly relaxed. There is a much more palpable drive to copy Western life styles, a far greater knowledge about the world at home and abroad, greater realism and willingness among officials to admit shortcomings, less ideological pretension and sloganeering. Ordinary people seem to he getting a better break and public opinion Seems to count for something with the political leadership. Moreover, in scores of conversations one encounters surprisingly strong private expressions of anti Soviet feeling.
In fields where Eastern Europeans have no choice—foreign policy, defense and, to a lesser degree, foreign trade, they follow Moscow's lead, though Rumania asserts independence even in these. Com munist parties remain in firm control everywhere, but they interpret their Marxist writ with considerable variations.
In the last three years the Soviet Union has succeeded in winning Western acquiescence to its political hegemony in Eastern Europe. It has managed to resolidify Communist rule in East Germany and has even induced Yugoslavia and Rumania to patch over the sharp differences that developed with Mos cow after the Soviet‐led invasion of Czechoslovakia in 1968, The continuing presence of Soviet troops remains a vital fact of life, and there as little visible pressure, except from Rumania, for Moscow to reduce withdraw its forces.
Freedom to Maneuver
In the current international climate the Kremlin has had to grant Eastern European Communist leaders more maneuvering room in, domestic economic and cultural affairs and, recently, in foreign trade, in the interest of holding popular support and modernizing their economies. Some Eastern Europeans and Western diplomats think that an irreversible loosening is taking place.
But each national leadership is moving carefully, spending the coin of limited flexibility to suit itself—the Rumanians in foreign policy, the Hungarians in fashioning a profit‐oriented New Economic mechanism, the Poles in their cultural openness and now, joined by the East Germans and the Czechoslovaks, in growing consumerism.
For all of them the memory of Czechoslovakia and the fate of the defrocked liberal leader, Alexander Dubcek, re main a primary deterrent against going too far too fast. “Anyone who thinks that be cause of detente that there would not be another Czecho slovakia if the Soviets felt sufficiently provoked by one of these countries ought to have his head examined,” a high American diplomat in Eastern Europe remarked privately. Knowledgeable Eastern Europeans say much the same.
The net result is a balancing act that is often personal as well as national. A Polish computer specialist or a Hungarian writer will do a stint in Moscow to balance off a grant from the United States or West Germany. Hungarian, Rumanian and Czechoslovakia theater companies or rock groups match off trips to the West with trips to the Soviet Union to earn the next trip westward. Periodically the Governments go through phases of cultural tightening. And everywhere, especially in Hungary, people are careful to contain or soft pedal their liberal urges to avoid provoking Moscow and losing what many have come to feel is—as a Budapest intel lectual described it—“a pretty reasonable life.”
Outlet: Nationalism
“Every member of our Politburo keeps up with the economic situation,” a high Hungarian official confided to a Western diplomat. “This is not a Dubcek country, and it never will be.”
The compensating outlet for some Eastern Europeans is a strong assertion of nationalism as well as Broadening cultural ties with the West. In Poland one of the first moves by the party chief, Edward Gierek, to gain popular support after taking over in December, 1970, was to announce that the Government would rebuild the 16th‐century royal castle of Warsaw as a gesture of national unity. In Rumania, President Nicolae Ceauccscu regularly rallies support with declarations of independence, which everyone understands to mean independence from the Soviet Union. In Hungary the leaders have pointedly left standing the empty pedestal for the statue of Stalin pulled down during the 1956 Hungarian revolution. Czechoslovakia has a reputation for anti Soviet jokes and violent sports rivalry with the Russians.
Though, theoretically, the West is the enemy of all, and though many East Europeans voice their gratitude for the Soviet defeat of the Nazis, they make equally plain their feeling that the Soviet Union is the power with which they must contend today.
Anti‐Russian sentiments come out in a variety of ways, East Germans complain bitterly about continuing economic “reparations.” Rumanians say bluntly that they dislike Russians. Polish dock workers in Gdynia engaged last fall in a potato‐throwing fight with Soviet seamen after the Rus sians had allegedly dumped into the sea evidently spoiled potatoes loaded by the Poles onto Soviet ships. A Polish edi for explained that press censorship was necessary in his coun try “or we would have another Czechoslovakia” because a completely free press would inevitably print articles offensive to Moscow.
Russian Not Popular
Surprisingly few ordinary people outside the official establishment in most Eastern European countries speak Russian, though in all countries but Rumania it is a compulsory course for several years. At a Warsaw museum a guide, refusing to talk Russian, said curtly, “We speak Polish here,” Two young East German border guards smirked helplessly when an American addressed them in Russian, and one mumbled a melange; “Ich kann nicht Russky sprechen.” In Rumania Russian ranks as the fifth choice among children after French, German, English and Italian.
Eastern Europeans say that on trips to the Soviet Union they often feel as much outsiders as Western tourists do. “We can take a private trip anywhere except Russia,” an East German said. “There it's group tours or delegations—the same for us as for you.” Schedules are fixed and routes prescribed. An Eastern European journalist added that when he worked in Moscow he was subject to the same travel restrictions, telephone taps and occasional surveillance as Western newsmen.
Western culture, like Western technology, enjoys far greater prestige in Eastern Europe than Soviet culture. Intellectuals make no secret not only of their general preference for modern Western works—though Russian classics are admired—but also of their feeling that recognition from the West constitutes the real hallmark of success for their writers, directors and pop stars. Western movies are enormously popular, especially with the young, who often make a fetish of keeping up with the latest Western music and fashions as well.
Unlike Western youth, Eastern European youth seems to have no special voice of its own. Young people are tied much more to their parents, not for money but for hous ing, because living space is tight, and to the state, for work. The constant preoccupation of many young people is travel to the West, something still hard to arrange, though in Hungary and Poland more and more are finding ways.
‘We All Have the Same Roots’
In the theater and book publishing worlds, Eastern Europeans have accepted a host of Western authors barred in the Soviet Union, among them Beckett, Ionesco, Albee, James Joyce, Gunter Grass, Camus, Yeats, Kafka and William Golding, not to mention Hungarian editions of Alexander Werth's distinctly Western oriented “History of World War II,” John Le Carre's, “The Spy Who Came in From the Cold” and Aldous Huxley's “Brave New World.”
For most intellectuals the historic pull of Western culture is strong. “We all have the same roots,” a Hungarian writer explained. “The Renaissance came to Italy before Northern Europe. We did not get our Gothic architecture until the 19th century. But we're part of the same spirit.”
The exception is Bulgaria which, as a Slavic country with a language and alphabet close to Russian, has an old affinity for Moscow, her liberator in the 19th century from 500 years of Turkish rule as well as her protector today.
Elsewhere openness to Western influence has made for a more lively and usually more liberal intellectual life as well as a generally higher standard of living than in the Soviet Union. As a result leaders like Janos Kadar, the party chief in Hungary and Mr. Gierek in Poland enjoy genuine popularity that Eastern Europeans say was impossible a few years ago.
“Kadar is the first Hungarian leader in this century with common sense,” a Hungarian writer commented. “He is a clever maneuverer, of course, but he seems to know something about how the common man feels and wants to live. He talks about it in his speeches. I'm not a Communist, but I respect him.”
By Hedrick Smith
BUDAPEST—The entire stage throbs with the rhythm, roll and spontaneity of folk rock. The set is straight out of America: electric guitars and kids with long hair, beards, beads, jeans, leather jackets, sweat shirts, miniskirts, the works. They break out in song:
Somebody tell me why life is beautiful.
Somebody tell me why life is ugly.
Somebody tell me why life is good.
Somebody tell me why life is bad.
Somebody tell me how to live, Because my mother told me to be happy—
But she didn't tell me how.
It's Hungary's first folk‐rock musical, and though the med ium may be Western, the mes sage is strictly from the East. It is probably the most clever response in Eastern Europe to day to the yearning of the young to swing in Western style, despite the Communist warning that all that swings is not solid.
The Struggle Goes On
And it is just one sign among many that the ideological strug gle still goes on and that the Eastern European Communists are putting up some defenses for the era of decreases in international tension.
For the point of the musical, at the Vigszinhaz Theater in Budapest, is that two lost young Hungarians wind up at an American pop festival like Woodstock and find not a high of hope and happiness, but marijuana, homosexuals, gold diggers, murder, selfish and cal lous people, and unhappy end ings of their own. The moral seems to be that they should not have left Hungary in search of freedom somewhere else.
Sometimes the defensive reactions of Eastern Europe today are more heavy‐handed, and they signal a tightening reflex in the Communist world pre cisely when the West has been insisting that real relaxation should mean freer movement of people and ideas.
East Germany, after agreeing last year to ease travel rules for West Germans to see their relatives in the East, made large numbers of Government, party and other officials pledge that they would have no such con tacts.
In the middle of 1971 the Rumanian Communist party published a decree requiring its people tit report to security of ficials on their contacts with foreigneri. It had a chilling effect at first, but now the situation is more relaxed.
Crackdown, Soviet Style
Throughout 1972 the Soviet Union's security services cracked down on nationalists and other dissidents and, near the year's end, promulgated a secret decree making it illegal for Soviet citizens to meet with foreigners and pass on any thing the state considers false or slanderous information about it.
Czechoslovakia conducted her own crackdown last summer by holding a series of political trials of intellectuals associated with the brief period of liberal ization in 1968 and by estab lishing closer surveillance of unauthorized contacts with foreigners. Western journalists have been refused visas and are closely followed when admit ted. This correspondent's notes dealing with other Eastern European countries were seized by the Czechoslovak security authorities.
Even in relatively relaxed Hungary, party leaders have censured sociologists whose work suggests that present‐day Hungary and the West are con verging.
Perhaps most significant in today's electronic world, the Soviet Union has proposed that the United Nations adopt a con vention barring satellite‐relay television from one country to private viewers in another without the approval of the host country.
What worries the watchdogs and the conservatives is what a Bulgarian Communist party newspaper called a Western policy of “peaceful interference that puts greater emphasis on undermining socialism from within.” It warned against cul tural offensives and psychologi cal warfare and propaganda that play on nationalist feelings or on trends of liberalization.
Youth a Prime Target
Other Communist editors make it plain that youth is of special concern because of its attraction to Western culture and indifference to Communist ideology, despite years of Marx ist‐Leninist courses.
Rumania has been weeding out university‐age slackers and putting them to work, as well as threatening to expel medio cre students. Poland has just shaken up her youth groups to give them more spine, though young people say the main at traction of the new youth or ganization is its power to ar range cheap travel to other Communist countries.
The one issue that seems to chafe young Eastern Europeans most is restrictions on travel to the West. Even in liberalized Poland and Hungary only about one in six applications for visas to the West is granted, and then only with limited funds.
Yet for all the rhetoric and administrative antidotes, im purities from the West keep flowing in through trade, tour ism and television. In fairness, most of the measures taken to contain this flow have been spotty.
The sheer volume of tourism exposes most Eastern Euro peans to new ideas and fash ions from the West, and it con tinues to mount. Last year every Eastern European country had more foreign visitors than the Soviet Union—usually three, four or fives times as many.
Most Are Not Airtight
Bulgaria can remain largely insulated by shiping Western tourist groups to resort hotels on the Black Sea and mini mizing contacts with the public. But other countries cannot re main airtight. Even party offi cials in Czechoslovakia have acknowledged the impossibility of stopping about four million people from watching Austrian television; jamming would dis rupt Prague's own programs.
East Germany is almost to tally exposed. A few years, ago party officials and young Com munists used to berate home owners whose antennas pointed west. But growing numbers of people openly resisted, and this spring the party chief, Erich Honecker, officially granted East Germans the right to listen to West German radio and television.
Such exposure has direct im pact not only on consumer urges but on Communist media as well.
Last year, for example, Ber lin television viewers noticed an abrupt change in East Ger man coverage of the Munich Olympic Games because of Western competition. On opening day East German announcers were full of extravagant praise for Communist athletes and even made disparaging com ments about Western sports men.
But, East Germans say, when the authorities learned that East Germans were following the event on West German TV, the East German network changed its style, toning down propa ganda and focusing on sports.
Nudity, Long Hair, Mockery
Movie‐makers, too, have been forced to compete. The cur rent screen hit in East Berlin is “The Legend of Paul and Paula,” a lusty story of marital infidelities and a funny but sad love affair, done in the modish idiom of “The Graduate.” It has plenty of nude bedroom scenes, long hair, rock and mocking snipes at East German life without a dollop of propa ganda.
Although Rumanian televi sion has dropped “The Untouch ables” and there has been some minor pruning of. Western works elsewhere, a lot still comes into Eastern Europe.
During one week, for exam ple, Polish theaters were stag ing such modern Western plays as Kafka's “America,” Ionesco's “Macbeth,” Peter Ustinov's “Photo Finish,” Neil Simon's “Odd Couple,” Peter Schaf fer's “Black Comedy,” “The Exiles” by James Joyce,” “The Devil's Disciple,” by Shaw, a stage version of Hemingway's “For Whom the Bell Tolls,” D'Neill's “Mourning Becomes Electra” and Meredith Wilson's “Music Man” as well as “Man of La Mancha.” There were only two contemporary Soviet plays.
A similar disproportion quite Dften appears in theaters and movies houses in Bucharest, Prague and Budapest. Except In Bulgaria, Soviet cultural in fluence comes off decidedly second to the West in Eastern Europe. An East German Marx ist remarked that most of his friends so disdained Soviet pro ductions that “it takes two months for the word to get around when we get something good from Moscow.”
Moreover, Communist ideology is mellowing and becoming more pragmatic. In most of Eastern Europe the Communist party, with all its lectures, fac tory slogans and youth clubs, seems less a source of ideals and inspiration than a policy setting apparatus and an im portant stepladder for the ambi tious.
The consumerism that most Eastern European parties now tolerate has a bourgeois quality. East Germany may have purified its socialism by recently nationalizing the remaining sector of semiprivate enter prise as an antidote, but Poland's Communist leaders have been giving new incentives to private farming and the small sector of private trade.
In a region where facts have long been bent to suit doctrine and common sense warped to ideology, no leader talks or operates more pragmatically than Janos Kadar of Hungary.
“Our Marxist‐Leninist ideology,”.he said in a remarkably realistic 60th‐birthday speech last year, “cannot be against common sense. Our theory has to be more than plain, every day human understanding, but it must not conflict with it. For if it does there is something wrong with it.”
Even religion enjoys more tolerance in Eastern Europe than in the Soviet Union. This is true not only in Poland, where the strength of Roman Catholicism is legendary, but also in Czechoslovakia, where intellectuals jammed the con secration ceremony for three bishops this spring, and Ru mania where President Nicolae Ceaucescu's father was given a religious funeral attended by Mr. Ceaucescu and other high officials and covered by na tional television.
There is an ambivalence to ward intellectual life that was captured by that Hungarian folk‐rock musical. Cultural af fairs are caught between old restraints and new urges. But everywhere except in Bulgaria, and perhaps Czechoslovakia temporarily, Eastern European cultural life seems more ‘alive and flexible than that in the Soviet Union. Though the de gree of officially tolerated lib eralism varies with the coun try and the medium, there’ usually is more freedom of ex pression than in Moscow.
More Hopeful Than Russians
Perhaps for that reason East ern European intellectuals seem more hopeful than Soviet lib erals and less inclined to turn to active dissent and under ground publishing than do freethinking. Soviet intellectu als. People in this part of the Communist world are more prone to work within the system despite the obvious limits it imposes.
There are numerous outlets. Political cabarets in Poland, East Germany and Hungary—a medium unknown in Moscow—dare to snipe at censorship, police informers, fatuous bureau crats and the privileged elite and to gibe gently at the foibles of the Warsaw Pact.
Sociologists In Poland and Hungary probe beneath the flat Communist cliches about work ing‐class solidarity to examine inequalities between managers and white‐collar, blue‐collar and unskilled workers and the bias against poor youngsters in schools.
Censors seem a bit less nerv ous and prudish than their Soviet counterparts. Nudity is almost a staple of Polish mov ies and, only slightly less so, of those in Hungary and East Germany. Moreover, domestic social criticism is more daring than in the Soviet Union.
Play About a Dropout
The latest theatrical hit in East Berlin, where cultural life is finally loosening up, is a play about a young Communist dropout. A Hungarian student film studio has done a frank documentary on a school for juvenile delinquents, and an other current film, “Foto grafia,” captures the poverty, narrowness, simplicity and la tent violence in rural life. Polish playwrights portray the submissiveness of people under tyranny or the dehumanization of life in technological society, with obvious local meaning.
Painting and sculpture in a country like Poland Nave long been more closely tied with the outside world of modern experimentation than with Moscow's canons of socialist realism. Similarly, Rumanian salons, display interesting ven tures in the modern medium, and judging by traveling shows, Czechoslovak painters are engaged in abstractions and fantasies still taboo in the Soviet Union.
However, the Eastern Europeans, just as they erect occa sional defenses against the West, are careful not to offend the Russians directly. Publish ers do not put out Pasternak, Solzhenitsyn and other Soviet authors still banned in Mos cow. Polish museum officials steer visiting Soviet delegations away from galleries of Polish cubism, colorism or abstract art. Censors sometimes hold up movies for months over a couplet they think the Soviet Ambassador will dislike.
The brief theatrical rage in Rumania last winter was an unorthodox version of Gogol's “Inspector General.” It had swinging finale in which all the actors peeled off their 19th century costumes and stepped out in modern dress, obviously intending the satire on power and official hypocrisy to have modern meaning. But after three performances, Rumanians say, the Soviet Ambassador complained. The play shut down and its director went to cool off in Yugoslavia for a while.
By Hedrick Smith
MOSCOW, June 15—The Soviet Union of Leonid I. Brezhnev is a land that is immensely powerful and yet strangely in secure, eager to promote recon ciliation and yet anxious to limit its impact at home, reach ing out to the world and yet trying to hold it at bay.
Under Mr. Brezhnev's leadership, the Soviet Union has achieved global and nuclear parity with the United States and has shrewdly consolidated its dominance in Eastern Eu rope, yet it remains obsessed by rivalry with China, a country far weaker in economic and military terms.
To an outsider its political structure looks solid and secure, and its society, by Western standards, seems a model of law and order. Yet it has tight ened cultural controls and its secret police have been engaged in a relentless campaign to crush a small scattering of nationalists and other dissidents as if they somehow presented a real threat to Soviet power.
Mr. Brezhnev arrives in the United States this weekend to see President Nixon as the representative of a country publicly triumphant and pri vately defensive, constantly vaunting its socialist superior ity and yet evidently fearful of falling still further behind the capitalist West. It has become industrialized yet not really modern. It has gained growth but lost momentum.
Today its leaders seem mo tivated not only by a messianic ideology but, like Russian rulers in centuries past, by a hatred of backwardness and a consuming desire to be taken as equals by the West, especially by Wash ington. Like czars since Peter the Great, they are borrowing and adapting techniques from major adversaries — currently the United States and West Germany—the better to com Pete with them peacefully.
In the service of this cause of relaxation of tensions Mr. Brezhnev made a historic trip to West Germany last month and told the people there that the Soviet Union did not want to live in isolation from the world. Nonetheless, the Soviet Public remains strikingly cut off from the mainstream of life and ideas abroad.
So proud and secretive is Soviet society that its mass media can extol the benefits of cooperation with the West without disclosing the enormous grain purchases from Western nations last year. Western bank ers are asked to put up billions in loans but are forbidden normal financial facts of the country's foreign‐exchange re serves and gold supply. Foreign enterprises are negotiating for long‐term deals in natural gas but are not permitted to have their specialists check the size of the Soviet fields. The Soviet leaders talk of opening up East West relations yet demand a ban on satellite television relay from one country to citi zens in another, except with prior approval of the programs.
This is a country of such anomalies that almost no por trait is quite accurate.
The Communist leadership has invested enormous amounts of money and reams of iropa ganda on industrialization and has now discovered that, as far as the world at large is con cerned, the real national riches are not machines but natural resources — oil, gas, uranium, diamonds, gold—and they are vast indeed.
This is supposed to be a class less society, yet many people seem to be more rank‐and status‐conscious than Ameri cans. The political, economic and cultural elite is served by a special network of well stocked cut‐rate stores and enjoys a host of privileges that are beyond the reach of the common man and are often, more important than money in this economy of consumer shortages.
The Soviet people have a reputation abroad of being wary of outsiders and suspi cious toward them, and in pub lic they often act that way on chance contact. But once ac quaintance is made they are among the warmest, friendliest, most generous and hospitable people in the world.
They Think It's the Best
Their standard of living is not only below that in the de veloped West but also below that in most if not all of Eastern urope, yet many ordinary Rus sians genuinely seem to con sider their system the best in the world and can conceive of no other. What matters most to them is that they live better than a decade or two ago.
The emigration of 60,000 Soviet Jews in the last 30 months points to serious dis affection among some segments of the population, but most Western specialists doubt that there would be any great exodus if the doors were sud denly thrown open to all. For the Russians are a proudly nationalist people and remain deeply rooted to their land in a way that Americans, as a nation of immigrants, can hardly comprehend.
Moreover, in spite of years of cold‐war propaganda, im proved relations with the Unit ed States correspond to the public mood, for the people are as strongly and genuinely for peace as their leaders pro claim. The staggering loss of 20 million people in World War II is a memory as palpable for most Russians even today as is Vietnam in the United States.
Good and Bad Side by Side
At American exhibitions of consumer goods Russians ask whether an improvement in relations means that they will be able to buy such products. The answer of high Soviet of ficials is that it will come, but only in the long run after Moscow has reaped the finan cial benefits of the big deals it is making now for the nineteen eighties.
Defensive as Russians often are about comparisons with the capitalist West, they are im mensely curious about the United States, and their patchy impressions of it are often an inconsistent collage of exag gerations of how bad and how good it is. At one and the same time they can imagine that un employment means virtual certain death by starvation and that being bourgeois means being able to afford anything one wants.
In part this reflects their skimpy information, but it also may reflect an unconscious projection of Soviet reality be cause here the good and bad, the extremes of advancement and underdevelopment, exist side by side.
The economy has been ca pable of great achievements—the first Sputnik of 1957 and the first manned space flight in 1961, the building of huge dams at Bratsk and Krasno yarsk, the extremely rapid de velopment of the western Siberian oil fields and the build‐up of an advanced mili tary arsenal. But development has been lopsided; signs are everywhere.
At Voronezh, about 300 miles south of Moscow, Westerners occasionally visit the plant that manufactures the sleek new 1,500‐mile‐an‐hour Tupolev‐144 transport plane and come away impressed with the plant and the engineering techniques. “They're doing things with titanium that we haven't gotten to yet,” a knowledgeable Ameri can visitor said.
Then the visitors are sped past the weatherbeaten log homes of peasants and little shack‐like coptry stores. In the bitter cold of winter, farmers tote their water from village wells in two buckets dangling from a shoulder yoke, and in warmer weather, peasant women do their wash by hand in meandering streams.
“When you see those vil lages,” a foreigner remarked, “you simply cannot believe they could produce such a plane. And when you see the plane, you cannot believe they could be as poor as those vil lages. The two just don't fit together?”
Another industrial project, equally typical of Soviet plan ning and its gigantomania, is the truck‐manufacturing com plex rising on the banks of the Kama River 500 miles east of Moscow. It is a prime symbol of the Soviet passion for big ness and the faith that bigger means better and more efficient.
When finished, the complex will be the largest truck plant in the world, capable of rolling out 150,000 big trucks and 250,000 diesel engines a year, dwarfing anything in Detroit or the Ruhr. American, French, West German, Japanese and other foreign concerns have contracted to put more than $1‐billion worth of up‐to‐date equipment into buildings that Soviet construction teams are racing to finish this year.
It is such massive crash projects that the Russians relish. Two years ago they started from scratch. What was then an open rye field near a sleepy rural community of about 20,000, has been trans formed into a throbbing, rapidly growing city of 100,000 with high‐rise apartments for work ers wall to wall on the horizon.
“They look great at a dis tance,” a recent American visitor commented, “but up close they're falling apart al ready”—victims of the instant aging that afflicts so much Soviet architecture. When the American asked a Russian why the workmanship on such proj ects was so often shoddy, the Russian replied, “No one owns it so no one cares.”
Typically, Soviet industry has developed the kind of brute strength represented by the Kama River project. Now the Soviet leaders have discovered that while their country has recorded impressive economic growth, the West has been racing ahead in technology. In stead of boasting of “burying capitalism,” as the late Nikita S. Khrushchev did, Mr. Brezh nev is going to seek the help of capitalism and buy Western technology wholesale—ranging from steel plants and fertilizer factories to computers and gas liquefication plants — to mod ernize his country.
Missing: Competition
The centrally planned Soviet economy, in the view of West ern specialists, has simply been unable to generate enough good technology and to convert it into production fast enough. It lacks the driving force of com petition that stimulates tech nological development in the West, and Communist planners and theorists have not yet de vised an adequate substitute.
Even managers who come up with new gadgets, no matter how simple, find it frustrating to battle the top‐heavy bureau cracy. “To get approval for the production of an aluminum cup,” an executive complained to the press, “it was necessary to receive consent from 18 organizations — not only in Moscow but in other cities of the country.” Another plant manager reported battling for 10 months to get a price on a simple clothes rack his factory wanted to make.
Moscow has another basic economic problem. Quite apart from the bad harvest last year, the impressive economic growth rates of the postwar period are declining. The reasons are complex, generally a reflection of growing complexity of later stages of economic develop ment. But the message is clear: The Soviet Union can no longer achieve growth so easily by adding to its labor force, as it did in the sixties; from now on, growth depends primarily on greater efficiency, never a strong suit of the Soviet economy.
Moreover, a new generation of mathematical economists argues that the headlong rush to build up selected basic in dustries was inefficient because growth was not well coordi nated. They cite such classic examples as the completion of the Bratsk hydroelectric project in 1967 without the major intended consumer, an alumi num factory, which has still not been completed.
In similar fashion, the leader ship plunged into mass produc tion of private cars with the help of Fiat of Italy without taking Italian advice to estab lish a service and maintenance system simultaneously. Cars deluged the old repair shops. This year, with 500,000 Zhiguli Fiats due off the assembly lines, the Russians are belatedly trying to build a nationwide network of 33 vast service centers, but few are finished and many will eventually serve areas larger than California.
With limited supplies of cars and larger supplies of television sets, radios, cameras, vacuum cleaners, sewing machines and primitive washers, the Soviet consumer—though hardly well off by Western standards — is noticeably , better off than a decade or two ago.
Big Rise in Housing
During the Brezhnev era, since 1964, more than five bil lion square feet of housing has been built in urban areas. For millions this has meant getting their own apartments for the first time. For others it has meant reducing the terrible overcrowding in communal apartments—in a typical case 50 people were sharing 9 rooms, a kitchen and a bath room 10 years ago; now the member is 27. Nonetheless, housing remains desperately short and, according to Western analysis, the average Soviet citizen lives in about a fourth the space occupied by an aver age American.
In the last two decades meat, milk And vegetable consumption has roughly doubled from the grim early fifties, though starches still make up more than half the ordinary diet. Industrial wages have more than doubled since 1952, to an average of 144 rubles—roughly $190 a month at the official but highly artificial rate of ex change.
With cheap rent and trans portation, almost no medical expenditures and some low‐cost partly subsidized vacations, the working couple have spend ing money despite high food and clothing prices. Their nightmare is the shortage of food and its poor quality.
Soviet consumers are passive compared with meat‐boycott ing and supermarket‐picketing American housewives, but even they show signs of resistance. A Leningrad University bulletin reported that in one year 40 million pairs of shoes went un sold and that for three years stocks of footwear and cloth ing in the retail network shot up much faster than retail sales while savings ‐bank deposits were climbing. The consumer, the bulletin reasoned, is re fusing to buy shoddy goods.
Pravda, the Communist party's authoritative news paper, added that most con sumer durables were 20 years out of date.
The dominant fact of con sumer life is still the inordinate wait in line for everything, “Two hours of waiting in line to shop each day,” a middle aged woman groused, “is so much misery after a day's work,” In spring and summer food lines are not too bad; in winter people talk of a three hour wait to buy cabbage. A Moscow magazine computed this spring that Russians, mostly women, spend a stagger ing 30 billion hours a year standing in line, and private estimates are triple that figure.
In their stoical way ordinary Russians endure without pro test. “Their situation has im proved and they don't stop to think that there have been im provements elsewhere in the world too,” a liberal scientist explained to a Westerner. “They don't compare their situation with yours. They com pare it with their own past. So they are satisfied.”
What is more, elements of American life genuinely dismay Russians, as they do Americans —unemployment, crime, politi cal assassinations, drugs, the high cost of medical care and college education. Taken to gether these problems, normally played up in the Soviet press, are enough, in the view of most Russians to outweigh the dis advantages of censorship, police controls, arbitrary arrests, la bor camps and enforced intel lectual conformity.
On the other hand the young unabashedly admire American cars and Western stereo sets and other technology, and fol low Western rock groups. Bour geois ideological impurities, trafficked for high prices on the black market; often show up in odd places: a recording from “Jesus Christ, Superstar,” in a restaurant in the provincial town of Vladimir, a beat group deep in Siberia that has record ed from foreign radio and has imitated Englebert Humper dinck and Jimi Hendrix, the names of the Rolling Stones and the Beatles painted on the walls of a hockey rink in the greenbelt suburban village of Barvikha, where many of the elite have dachas.
Researchers Well Informed
Researchers in specialized institutes keep up with Western scientific and business thinking, and the staffs of major news papers and magazines have sub scriptions to Western publica tions. But ordinary citizens and most intellectuals, being cut off, find it hard to form coherent picture of life abroad. Their isolation often comes out naive comments or ques tions.
A young linguist attentive to things Western but oblivious of the Watergate scandal and the Pentagon papers asked a West ern Correspondent quite seri ously which censorship he thought stricter — Soviet or American.
A customs inspector, after leafing through an American magazine on hotrod cars, hand ed it back to an American with the comment: “Of course, they don't really have all those cars. It's just pictures made up for children.”
A scholar who knows several foreign languages and follows academic matters abroad is astonished to discover on his first visit to Rome that kiosks sell Pravda. A young woman finds it hard to believe that many Western young people regard the Soviet Union as conservative power and society, not a pillar of world progres sivism.
A middle‐aged researcher, discussing freedom of expres sion in the United States, re jects an American's assertion that he could stand up in pub lic and criticize President Nixon. “Of course you could,” the Russian says sarcastically, and “They'd put you in an insane asylum!”
Trial of Dissidents Seen
As if to preserve this insula tion, the Soviet authorities have tightened domestic controls and warned people not to expect political relaxation. Establish ment writers complain that censorship is as tight as it had been in the post‐Stalin period, though some social criticism emerges. Western diplomats be lieve that one of Moscow's major motives for joining the International Copyright Con vention this spring was to gain a new method of blocking for eign publication of dissident authors such as Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn.
The crackdowns against Ukrainian nationalists and the tiny group of dissidents calling themselves the Democratic Movement have been intense since early July; trials are ex pected after Mr. Brezhnev's visit to the United States.
According to Western diplo mats’ estimates, roughly a mil lion people, about 10,000 to 15,000 of them political prison ers, are in Soviet labor camps. In a limited way foreign con tacts, those in which Soviet leaders see advantage, are in creasing: business dealings, cultural and scientific ex changes that send the Bolshoi Ballet abroad or bring Amer ican cancer researchers and en vironmental experts here. But this touches only a tiny fraction of the Soviet people, and the contacts well monitored.
Of nearly 250 million people only about 2 million went abroad last year, roughly the same number as from Czecho slovakia. About three‐quarters went to Eastern Europe, and the vast majority were members of organized cultural, sports, economic and student exchanges or official delegations. Of 7,000 visitors to the United States, only 400 had tourist visas, and those mostly for groups. In dividual, unofficial foreign travel is infinitesimal.
Given such restrictions, the surprising thing about the emi gration of Soviet Jews is that it is being allowed in such large numbers. Other less visthie groups — Armenian‐Americans; Ukrainian‐Canadians, ethnic Germans—are also having difficulty emigrating, though there is a trickle.
Foreign visitors normally travel well‐beaten paths and make contact primarily with a highly selected and monitored group of Soviet guides or sim ilar officials, yet the farther from politically conscious Moscow one travels, the more open people become and the more curious about foreigners. A car breakdown can produce not only willing help but a gener ous dinner invitation. Memories of wartime collaboration with Americans against the Nazis flood from middle‐aged men.
Wariness and Suspicion
There are many cases of wariness and suspicion as well —people who turn away in quiries or rebuff conversations. A traveler who stops to photo graph a filling station is be rated and the militia are sum moned. He strays mistakenly off a fixed route for a mile and policemen appear to turn him back. A correspondent wants to buy a newspaper in a pro vincial city and a Soviet of ficial insists on accompanying him to the kiosk 50 yards from his hotel.
Suspicion toward foreigners, a Soviet official commented to an American acquaintance, is a tradition that predates Com munism. Like so much of the Soviet Union of today, it is part of the past. Pushkin and Dos toevski, like free‐thinking in tellectuals today, battled the czarist censors and served their periods of political exile. At Tolstoy's death photographers were not allowed to take pic tures of his body while it lay in a provincial railroad station, The May Day and Revolution Day parades through Red Square, when huge portraits of Soviet leaders are borne aloft, are reminiscent of religious processions of the past. Even some of the braid on Soviet officers’ uniforms and the Prus sian‐style goose step of honor guards predate the Revolution.
Mr. Brezhnev's turn to the West for technology and even for foreign technicians fits within the fluctuating pattern of Russian history since Peter the Great opened his celebrated “window to the West” in the early 18th century. The best is borrowed or copied, but the outside world is never really admitted, For all the techniques from without, Russia remains a continent unto itself.
By Hedrick Smith
"I don’t sell neckties or shirts or buttons or tractors or combine harvesters. [We have] natural wealth, including rare metals, ores and very important minerals—deposits that will enable us to plan our development for 200 and even 300 years ahead.
“Trade has to be of a large-scale nature, worthy of the scale of our two great countries. I'm all in favor of that kind of trade." This broad talk on the need to think big commercially came not from the head of some wealthy Western multinational corporation but from General Secretary Leonid I. Brezhnev, the son of a steel worker and lifelong Communist party administrator, now in effect chairman of the board of the world’s largest integrated economic establishment, the Soviet economy.
His remarks to American correspondents illustrate the burly, bushy-browed Soviet leader’s mounting personal interest and involvement in commerce, capture the pragmatic nature of his improvement in relations with the West, and even hint at his corporate style of leadership.
For if Lenin's name is associated with the Bolshevik Revolution and the establishment of Soviet power, Stalin’s with collectivization and the purges, and Khrushchev’s with de-Stalinization and the virgin land program, Mr. Brezhnev is well on his way to making his trademarks the turn to détente with the West and his current bold venture at cooperative East-West commerce, especially in developing Siberia.
As these policies have gained momentum over the last three years, Mr. Brezhnev has emerged with greater authority at home as well as greater visibility, stature and poise as the Kremlin’s principal delegate to the West.
After initial leadership years as a hidden figure, he has gained a reputation in the West for his taste for food, drink, hunting and fast cars, and problems with weight and smoking. A rising flow of Western visitors has found him gregarious and talkative and has come away more struck by his warm smile than by the black eyebrows that cartoonists used to make look so satanic in the months after the Soviet-led invasion of Czechoslovakia.
In the post-Czechoslovakia years, Soviet propagandists made a deliberate effort to humanize Mr. Brezhnev in the West. Official photographers have caught him in shirtsleeves in talks with Chancellor Willy Brandt of West Germany, greeting women factory workers in Yugoslavia with a kiss on the lips, hoisting up young children in Poland, or in a sporty pose wearing dark glasses and open-necked windbreaker leaning against the gunwhales of a yacht.
All this is a marked contrast from the early years of the Brezhnev-led coalition that toppled Mr. Khrushchev in 1964, when Premier Aleksei N. Kosygin was Moscow's negotiator with the West and when Mr. Brezhnev, in 1966, rebuffed some private suggestions on a Berlin settlement from de Gaulle by reading the French leader a hardline Kremlin position paper and then re-reading it when de Gaulle tried to carry the dialogue further.
“When I first met Brezhnev," Chancellor Brandt recalls, “he carried his briefing book in front of him. When we discussed the Middle East, he turned to that section and read a statement. When we discussed Berlin, he did the same. When I went hack a few months later, there was no briefing hook. Brezhnev knew what he wanted to say on all subjects and said it. He's a fast learner."
High-level American visitors have also found the 66-year-old Soviet leader knowledgeable and relaxed, a man with a definite gift for gab and the cordial manner of a Southern politician.
He cannot match Mr. Khrushchev for quotable anecdotes but he manages jokes and often comes across with pithy, informal comments such as his remark to a Western visitor who inquired about the long-term prospects for coexistence of capitalism and Communism. That could be opposed, Mr. Brezhnev declared, only by people “who have nothing in their heads but sausages and coffee.”
In general, he projects an air of realism, calmness and stability in the Kremlin after the erratic exuberance of Khrushchev and the arbitrary tyranny of Stalin. This has evidently won him a strong following in the Communist party hierarchy, though the Soviet people generally seem fairly indifferent to him as a leader.
On television and in photographs, Mr. Brezhnev’s heavy figure, fleshy face, and wavy graying hair give an impression of force and size that leaves visitors surprised not to find him taller than his 5 feet 11 inches when they meet him. He is not a particularly good speaker and is at his best in conversations with small groups.
There are some interesting parallels in the life and career of Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev with that of Richard Milhous Nixon. Both came from humble beginnings. Mr. Brezhnev was born on Dec. 19, 1906, of Russian parents in the Ukrainian river town of Kamenskoye, now the industrial city of Dneprodzerzhinsk. He began working in a steel mill when he was 15.
Later he studied metallurgical engineering and has retained an interest in machinery and mechanics. He got his first political job as deputy mayor of his hometown in 1937 and rose rapidly under the patronage of Mr. Khrushchev as other senior men were falling victims of the Stalinist purges. In the war years, he continued his rise as a political commissar in the army, beginning a long connection with the defense establishment.
Like President Nixon, he emerged on the national scene in 1952, when Mr. Nixon became Vice President. Mr. Brezhnev became one of the 10 senior secretaries of the Communist party and an alternate member of the Presidium, as the ruling Politburo was then called. Also, like Mr. Nixon, he had some ups and downs before becoming First Secretary and the top figure in the Politburo after overthrowing his mentor. Mr. Khrushchev.
Moreover, Mr. Nixon and Mr. Brezhnev share a pragmatism in their approach to foreign policy after more conservative earlier years. Some of Mr. Brezhnev’s earlier speeches are studded with Marxist references to the corruption and decline of capitalism that are the other side of Mr. Nixon's earlier rigid anti-Communism.
Just as Mr. Brezhnev has distinguished himself as a superb tactician in foreign affairs, consolidating the Soviet hold in Eastern Europe and then managing the policy of détente with the West, he has proved himself a masterful tactician in the Kremlin’s inner workings.
Having come to power on a platform of collective leadership, he has gradually accumulated personal power without arousing fears of his colleagues about a return to one-man rule. He quickly neutralized the ambitious and powerful Politburo member, Aleksandr N. Shelepin, by shifting him out of control of the secret police. And he persuaded Nikolai V. Podgonny to give up a key party secretary’s job for the more ceremonial post of President.
In 1971, he packed the Politburo with four new men, all his supporters, and then this spring had enough power to ease out two foes, Pyotr Y. Shelest and Gennady I. Voronov. Although always more powerful in the post-Khrushchev coalition than Premier Kosygin, he began to upstage Mr. Kosygin publicly in late 1969 on domestic affairs and a year later on foreign affairs with his first meeting with Chancellor Brandt.
Even so, he does not appear to be a leader of unlimited power, but carefully shepherds the Politburo consensus behind the politics he wants to promote, balancing the interests of the “steel-eaters" of heavy industry with the rising needs of consumers, prodding the traditionalists to move into the computer age and yet clamping down on dissidents.
Nor does Mr. Brezhnev seem to thrive on power in the way that Stalin or Khrushchev did, though he has his vanities. He has been seen at state receptions pausing to comb his hair before a mirror. He has the facial lines air-brushed out of his official photographs. A Time magazine correspondent was expelled from Moscow in 1970, reportedly because Mr. Brezhnev was irritated about an unflattering cover story on him.
And he has pointedly shifted away from the baggy dark suits of Soviet leaders into well-tailored clothes with gold cuff links, an occasional diamond tiepin and a gold Japanese watch with a crocodile-leather wristband.
His taste for executed style cars has become so well known that other leaders now pointedly cater to it. He began with a Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud to which President Pompidou added a Citroen-Maserati executive style sports car. Chancellor Brandt contributed a Mercedes 450 SLC, and President Nixon a Cadillac. In Moscow, driven to work about 8:45 and back home about 10:30, he travels in a chauffeured Zil, a Soviet limousine. But he likes to drive himself outside the city. “When I am driving I relax," he once said. “Behind the wheel, I have the impression that nothing can happen.“
Although he once was a sportsman (skating, cross-country skiing and long-distance cycling) he now settles for hunting pheasant, duck, deer and wild boar in the swamps and forests around Zavidovo, about 90 miles northwest of Moscow, where he took Henry A. Kissinger this spring for their private talks. In town he follows the Dynamo soccer team much the way President Nixon roots for the Washington Redskins.
Tobacco is such a problem for Mr. Brezhnev, who now smokes Philip Morris Multifilters, that he got a cigarette box with a timed lock to slow down his pace. But, he confessed, to one visitor, "I keep a reserve pack in the other pocket."
Periodically he goes on weight-trimming campaigns. “I sit all day at a desk and when I don’t smoke, the appetite stands right beside me," he confessed. "'Go away,'” I say, ‘go away.’ But Comrade Appetite doesn’t move.”
He lives relatively modestly in a five-room apartment on Moscow's broad Kutuzovsky Prospekt with not a mark on the building to signify that the Soviet Union’s most powerful man is its resident. With him live his wife, Viktoria Petrovna, his mother, Natasha, now 86, and a granddaughter, Viktoria, from an earlier marriage of his daughter, Galena. His daughter has worked for the Novosti Press Agency, which often employs people from leading families. His son, Yuri, a middle-level trade official, lives with his own family.
None are accompanying him on the present trip, but Mr. Brezhnev emphasizes that he expects to exchange more visits with President Nixon “so they will have time.”
Although he suffered a mild heart attack several years ago, has problems with insomnia and had an illness or an operation that briefly put him out of commission last fall, he has bounced back and is quick to assure visitors that longevity is common in his family. “I am still young and full of vigor," he said to American correspondents.
By Hedrick Smith
MOSCOW, July 8—The gregarious, hand‐shaking, backslapping political style that Leonid I. Brezhnev employed before American television audiences during his recent visit to the United States already seems a thing of the past.
It was a brief and untypical interlude in the more staid traditional style of Soviet diplomacy. The afterglow of paeans for the successes of the Soviet leader's visit to America have rolled on in the Soviet press, but Mr. Brezhnev himself has disappeared behind the Governmental curtain of security and secrecy that cuts him off from public view except for formal occasions and national celebrations.
In the last few days, he has given up the limelight to Premier Aleksei N. Kosygin's trip to Austria and President Nikolai V. Podgorny's visit to Bulgaria.
Both men have been models of conservative comportment, shown in the media being greeted formally by their hosts or signing communiques—none of the levity and ebullience of Mr. Brezhnev's American interlude.
Like many Russian travelers, the Soviet Communist party chief seemed more genuinely relaxed abroad than in public at home, though those who have met him in small groups in the Kremlin say he is, in private here, much as he was in America.
Some Russians, as well as Western diplomats, regard his good‐fellowship diplomacy in America as a bit of deliberate salesmanship intended to thaw American reservations about large‐scale economic credits and long‐term deals with the Kremlin. The Soviet press gave little hint of his gregariousness in its coverage of the visit.
But Soviet television coverage of his clowning and open-handed good fellowship with President Nixon and other American leaders aroused the curiosity of ordinary Russians who have never seen their 66‐year‐old leader so relaxed and informal.
“He showed a human face in the West,” a young Muscovite remarked to a foreign friend. “Why doesn't he do it here?”
A few conservatively inclined intellectuals winced at Mr. Brezhnev's clowning in America especially when he virtually threw himself to the arms of the movie star Chuck Connors, who hoisted the visitor into the air for a raucous, bear‐hug farewell at San Clemente. “I didn't like that at all,” said a middle‐aged man here.
But many Russians seemed pleased to see their leader playing an outgoing role and to read reports that he had found a warm reception and had left a good impression.
“Will it last?” a woman asked, “or is all this only temporary?”
“He did it with more style than Khrushchev,” her husband interjected, without permitting a foreigner to answer her question. “Khrushchev was a boor. Brezhnev was informal with the Americans, but he did not show bad taste. He was always well-dressed and there was none of that shoe-banging.”
He was referring to the incident in 1960 when Premier Nikita Khrushchev took off his shoe and pounded on his table during a debate at the United Nations, an event that has embarrassed Russians ever since.
If any Politburo members had misgivings about the Brezhnev style in America, there has been no public indication yet. The visit was given the customary “full and complete” endorsement of the Politburo, Council of Ministers and Presidium of the Supreme Soviet. His “great personal contribution” to the success of the talks has been warmly applauded in the press for several days running.
His current willingness to take a back seat and let Mr. Kosygin and Mr. Podgorny have their days in the sun with visits to less important countries is in keeping with his periodic tactic of promoting a show of collective leadership immediately after personally undertaking important initiatives.
Mr. Brezhnev may have been especially alert to the sensitivities of his senior colleagues after having disclosed to reporters that Mikhail A. Suslov and Andrei P. Kirilenko, party secretaries, took his place running the Politburo in his absence, rather than Premier Kosygin or President Podgorny.
This careful political technique has won Mr. Brezhnev the reputation of being a consensus leader, much in the manner of President Johnson's early years—carefully tending a ruling coalition to insure his own pre‐eminence.
Moreover, by retiring from view after making an enormous splash in headlines and on television, he is reducing the risk of being charged with fostering a cult of personality.
In sum, his more modest bearing at home seems intended to suit the demands of his most important domestic audience—the top hierarchy of the Communist party—just as his ebullient performance in the United States was tailored to the taste of American audiences.
By Hedrick Smith
JURMALA, U.S.S.R.—It is hardly Miami Beach, Biarritz or Corfu, but in the Soviet Union many people consider it “going west,” and they do not mean just geographically.
The summer resorts here in Latvia and in the other Baltic republics facing out toward Scandinavia have a reputation and an ambiance that more nearly approach those of the West than do other parts of the Soviet Union—without losing a distinctly Soviet character.
For 20 miles an immaculate, well-equipped, sandy beach curls around the Gulf of Riga past the grand old turn‐ofthe‐century sanitarium at Kemri and the rambling frame houses sheltered for decades in the pine forests near Dzintari and other communities in the area.
Older folk come for the sulphur treatments, medical mud baths, solariums and special inhalations at the sanitariums and for the prescribed promenades along the miles of beach dressed in anything from dark, baggy suits to slacks and undershirts. The young, “traveling wild,” as they say in Russian, rent single beds for $2 a night and hunt out the open-air dance hall at Asari or the traveling Czechoslovak amusement park that offers modest Coney Island rides (no roller coasters).
In July a special attraction was the centennial celebration of the Latvian day of song. More than 20,000 amateur singers and dancers, all costumed in their bright traditional dress, held huge outdoor songfest, gaily throwing the directors of the leading choirs into the air.
Down at the sea there was surprisingly little boating or water‐skiing. On the beach large signs carefully delineate zones of passive rest” from “zones of active rest” to separate throngs of languid sun‐worshipers from those fixtures of the Soviet scene, the energetic devotees of physical fitness ever engaged in volleyball and soccer.
Amid the sprawling bodies ubiquitous transistor radios could be overheard picking up the B.B.C., Radio Stockholm or a Polish station playing something by Simon and Garfunkel. The Juras Perle restaurant, jutting out over the sands at Bulduri, boasts a Saturday night show with Dixieland jazz and honest‐to‐goodness can‐can routines by leggy girls in bikinis that puzzle as well as titillate the middle‐aged Establishment figures who often seem to wangle the sought-after tables.
“What are you looking at, Yevgeny?” a woman mocked as her silver‐haired husband stood up for a better view.
The city of Riga, just 10 miles from the beaches, projects a European flavor with spires of Lutheran and Roman Catholic cathedrals and peaked Germanic roofs evoking its Hanseatic history — not to mention more contemporary high‐stooled Italian‐style coffee bars, American‐style Good Humor sticks and eye‐catching Latvian girls in form-fitting sweaters and stylish slacks or bright skirts that do not find their way into the Soviet heartland all that often.
Socialist morality is preserved by some Riga cafes, which shut before sundown. The young cognoscenti gather until after midnight at the Apollo Cafe to dance or listen to Latvia's best combo, the Rigonda, playing such Western hits as “Love Me Tender” and “The Shadow of Your Smile.”
The Riga area is far less known in the Soviet Union as a holiday resort than Yalta. Sochi. Pitsunda and other Black Sea spots, but by local accounts it is growing rapidly.
The population of the Jurmala beach community swells from about 50,000 to 200,000 in the summer and on a sunny Sunday another 200,000 flock to the beach from Riga. Commuter trains running every 10 minutes, with people jammed six abreast on hard wooden seats, can barely cope with the crowd.
For all of Riga's Western flavor, the Soviet vacationer par excellence is a man like Ivan Yakovlevich Safronov, a husky, ruddy‐faced, 56‐year‐old World War II veteran whose heavily subsidized, highly supervised holidays illustrate the attractions and the limitations of Soviet socialism. He is vacationing this year at the bright new 500‐bed sanitarium at Yaunkemeri.
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In April, 1944, during the fighting on the Ukrainian front, he was wounded “from head to toe,” he said, gesturing at a nickel‐sized dent in his forehead and motioning at legs bothered by rheumatism. As a war invalid and as an official of the People's Control Commission in Tashkent, he is a man with good connections and access to choice vacation sites.
For the entire postwar period, Mr. Safronov said, he has gone each year to Government‐built sanitariums operated by the Soviet trade union federations. By Western standards all this has been unbelievably cheap, though it is often conducted with a highly organized and collectivized routine that some Westerners would find confining.
The key to his economical holidays is the putyovka, or annual pass, issued by the trade unions on advice of doctors and entitling Mr. Safronov not only to a 24‐day stay at a sanitarium but to a union subsidy for all but 30 per cent of the cost. This year his share for room and board plus treatment came to 48 rubles ($66) for 24 days.
Not everyone is privileged enough to get a sanitarium putyovka. Last year, a doctor said, about seven million of the population of 250 million did so.
Elvira Y. Kliger, a secretary of the Latvian trade unions, noted that there were other subsidized vacation spots. In Latvia alone, she said, there is space enough for 170,000 people —half from Latvia, half from other republics—in sanitariums, rest houses and pensions. Passes to Use Cabins
By her account, 49,000 more get putyovkas to five tourist bases—modest dormitory hotels with cafeterias—and 110,000 vacation passes are granted to Latvian workers by their factories for one‐family cabins. Also, about 65,000 children go to Young Pioneer camps each year for nominal fees.
Nonetheless, Mrs; Kliger said in an interview, “We cannot satisfy all those who want to come and that is our problem.” More sanitariums are under construction, she added.
A man like Mr. Safronov has problems mingled with the benefits of his subsidized vacation. His wife, who works for another Government agency, could not arrange her vacation schedule to coincide with his, and she has to care for her bedridden mother.
This is a predicament that many Soviet citizens face because so many wives work. “Our vacations are given according to a schedule at the factory,” a Latvian construction worker explained. “My wife works at the airport. It's hard to get off in summer, especially for both of us at the same time, so we go at different times. I go to see my sister and she goes to see her parents.”
For a vast number of Russians, staying with relatives is the key to a low‐cost vacation, which is a necessity for many.
Mr. Safronov and his sort may have it easier, but their holidays are not exactly what could be called a fling. Mr. Safronov must follow the routine: up at 7:30, group morning exercises, breakfast, medical treatment, a prescribed walk on the beach (all by the clock), lunch, a free hour, then a quiet hour in his room, afternoon tea, collective cultural activities or excursions, supper, a prescribed evening walk, a collective show or concert, yogurt at 10 P.M. (“We give it to everyone,” the chief doctor said; “we consider it like medicine”), and lights out at 11.
The diet is prescribed, one of 15 planned by an institute in Moscow, which also sets the schedule of alternating mud baths, sulphur immersions and massages.
“But what if someone comes back late?” a visitor asked. “No one ever does,” a doctor replied firmly, as if surprised by the question.
When the visitor looked skeptical, a Latvian journalist who had arranged the visit explained that he knew of a man a bit in his cups, who came back late one evening, only to get a written reprimand in his work record—a black mark that killed all hopes of more putyovkas.
“I took one swim—on the sly,” Mr. Safronov confessed with an uncertain grin. But he hastened to add, “That was before I began my treatments.” A doctor, hovering near, quickly interjected: “Ocean swimming is not recommended for patients who take mud baths and sulphur treatments”–90 per cent of those at Yaunkemeri.
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Younger people tend to balk at such routine and settle for more modest accommodations. Those with friends or friends of friends living in the Riga area rent private rooms; others take their chances at “kemping” grounds.
Valentina Podvalnaya, a biochemist from Moscow, landed happily at the metal-roofed cottages at Vaivari Kemping, sharing a bright but spartan 8‐by‐10‐foot room with her husband and 4‐year‐old son for a quiet month near the beach. They signed up in spring but did not learn until the last minute that her husband's employer had arranged the space.
Mrs. Podvalnaya and her family traveled by train, Unlike the increasing number of people who own private cars and take them on vacation. But some consider them a handicap. “No point in going on vacation by car,” commented a beer‐drinking Ukrainian worker. “On vacation you want to drink a bit, right? But just one beer, and if they catch you behind the wheel, you can lose your license, so I go by train.”
Nadya, a plump, giggly, auburn‐haired Latvian from Jurmala, was telling a visitor how much fun it was to meet young men from all over the Soviet Union on the beaches in the summer.
“You must have a vacation year‐round,” a visitor suggested.
“No,” she replied somewhat sadly. “It's only gay like this in summertime. In the winter it's boring. There aren't enough other young people. Besides, they shut down the amusement park and the outdoor dance hall at Asari. So it's not much fun here out of season.”
By Hedrick Smith
MOSCOW, Oct. 24—The Soviet basketball team scored the controversial, second upset victory the United States at the 1972 Olympics is now the scandal of the Soviet sports world.
Its players are publicly accused of becoming overconfident prima donnas accustomed to “hothouse” privileges, and chastised for losing the European basketball championship (to Spain) for the first time in 19 years partly because the Olympic victory went to their heads.
Worse yet, some players are being taken to court for trying to smuggle in Westem goods from their foreign tours—a practice that many big‐time Soviet athletes and traveling cultural groups take for granted as one of the main privileges of their crafts.
The decline and fall of the basketball team, as reported by the Young Communist newspaper, Komsomolskaya Pravda, reveals much about the world of major sports in the Soviet Union, which deliberately coddles top athletes and then expects them to deliver championships for the sake of national prestige.
The basketball players, who lost several games on tour in the United States and elsewhere, find themselves held up as a national disgrace and admonished that their slack moral fiber was their undoing.
Their case illustrates a perennial problem for Soviet authorities — how to maintain Communist discipline among big‐time national athletes who get a taste of fame, glory, special privileges and the outside world.
“The national team returned home burdened not with a heap of victories, but with a heap of unprecedented customs violations,” Komsomolskaya Pravda's sports editor wrote testily.
“Our national team has never committed such single ‘fouls.’ It is only too understandable that the dirty play of certain sportsmen on the national team has become an object of attention not of sports referees but of other judges.”
A similar scandal arose a few years ago when a Moscow soccer team came home from a similarly unsuccessful tour with suitcases loaded with Western appliances, radios, textiles and other choice items unavailable to Soviet consumers. This time there were hints that some basketball players had run afoul of the law, though the paper was hazy on details.
Komsomolskaya Pravda seemed most concerned with getting at the root of the team's defeat two weeks ago at the European championships in Barcelona, Spain. Soviet basketball fans, thinking the unprecedented victory over the Americans at the Olympics had opened a new era, were stunned when the Spanish beat their team, 80‐76, in the semifinals.
“No one could have expected this,” said V. Shablinsky, the Kiev basketball coach, “We have been the champions of Europe, for 18 years. Neither our coaches nor our players were psychologically ready for the championship. The team played very primitively.”
S. Bashkin, the national team coach, sought to explain the loss by observing that the team had a 50 per cent influx of new players since the Olympics, and that the newcomers had cracked under pressure.
But Komsomolskaya Pravda, evidently speaking for the political supervisors of the sports establishment, was not accepting so simple an explanation. It noted that the team had lost four to eight games in America and two more in a tour of Panama. And, in the first such comment in the Soviet press, it said that the original team had not played so impressively in the Olympics against what was “not the best team the U.S.A. could have put forward.”
Since then, the paper went on, the players had got too exalted a view of their importance as “the best team in Soviet history,” and had come to expect “the hothouse conditions created for the whole national team.”
The implication was that the players had become accustomed to exemption from regular political indoctrination, immunity from customs checks and normal supervision of their personal behavior and to receiving liberal expense and travel allowances.
Moreover, the paper suggested, the sports establishment is guilty of protecting its favorites too much.
As the team began to tour more and more frequently, the paper objected that “there was practically no time for indoctrination work with the team, even for ordinary training.”
Ultimately, it said, “the team became absolutely unaccountable to any social authority.”
By Hedrick Smith
In person, Andrei Sakharov hardly seems the man to stir an international furor. Almost automatically now, he is paired with Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn—vilified in the Soviet Union as a “renegade and turncoat” who has slandered and betrayed with “black ingratitude” the motherland which nurtured him; sanctified in the West as a champion of individual rights, a beacon of free‐thinking liberalism, a symbol for humanizing détente.
Yet Sakharov and Solzhenitsyn are immensely different men. Sakharov does not have the imposing presence, commanding personality or combative temperament of Solzhenitsyn. Where Solzhenitsyn self‐confidently thrusts to the center of the conversational stage, Sakharov hovers in the wings, a shy, almost homely, unpretentious man, content to listen and reflect, head rolled thoughtfully to one side until he feels sufficiently at home with newcomers to converse freely.
The Solzhenitsyn of barrel chest, lined and ruddy face, work‐wont hands, mahogany beard and penetrating eyes is physically as well as mentally powerful. Having overcome the trauma of Stalin's labor camps and endured the agony and awful uncertainties of cancer, he fought for eminence late in life as he fought in earlier years for life itself and, when it his suited him, he has relished prestige and the limelight. So well is he recognized that his rare public appearances cause a stir; he is a palpable presence.
The contrasts with Sakharov abound at every turn. He is a tan but slightly stooped figure, with high intellectual forehead and two patches of thinning gray hair bordering his baldness, large hands unscarred by physical labor, and sad compassionate eyes. He is an inward man, a Russian intelligent, an intellectual through and through.
In his reticence and his conversational lapses, one senses the solitary thinker. His own natural penchant for privacy has been deepened by two decades of enforced privacy in the Soviet nuclear‐research program, where outside contacts were forbidden. His unprecedented Soviet awards and decorations won him no public fame, since they were bestowed in secrecy. Even today, he can walk into a grocery, unshaven and in a rumpled raincoat looking for something to celebrate the birth of his first grandchild, and pass all but unnoticed and unrecognized.
A theoretical physicist of the stature of Oppenheimer and Teller, Sakharov gained eminence naturally, easily and early in life as one of the fathers of the Soviet hydrogen bomb. His meteoric career (Doctor of Science at 26, full member of the Academy of Sciences at the unheard‐of age of 32) earned him position, a fortune, private bodyguards and direct access to the pinnacle of the Soviet system. One of his first acts of dissent was a note scribbled to Khrushchev during a Kremlin meeting. For a decade he voiced his misgivings only within the rarified atmosphere of the Soviet élite.
Abroad, his name was unknown until his manifesto, “Progress, Peaceful Coexistence and Intellectual Freedom,” advocating an end to the arms race and convergence of the socialist and capitalist systems, leaked out to the West in 1968. Only thereafter did Sakharov begin to use his intellectual eminence in a public way, and then sparingly at first. Unlike Solzhenitsyn, he avoids the limelight. For months he refused to grant press interviews or permit journalistic portraits. Only with reluctance, feeling cornered and falsely accused, did he take his own problems to the world press this fall.
A kind of Grant Wood‐American Gothic simplicity and modesty permeates Sakharov's life. He is modest in gesture, in manner, in dress, in surroundings. He seems as plain as an off‐duty night watchman as he pads about his apartment, not bothering to change when guests arrive. As a concession to social convention, Sakharov dons a charcoal‐gray suit with a nondescript, clip‐on four‐in‐hand tie over a white, or even gray, work shirt, to go to the theater or on other public occasions.
His apartment is as unpretentious as Sakharov himself. He shares two rooms and a kitchen with his second wife, Elena, her son and her mother. For morning callers, bedclothes are tucked away to convert a modest master bedroom into an equally modest living room: a foam‐rubber double‐bed couch on a faded oriental rug; a typewriter and an old‐fashioned phonograph piled near a glass‐front bookcase; a pail tied to a window radiator to catch drips. Because of the inevitable Russian space squeeze, skis are stored standing next to the flush bowl in a tiny toilet. Ice skates dangle overhead.
The first time someone took me to his apartment, we arrived to find it in total turmoil for repairs. With instinctive Russian hospitality and a brief apology for the mess, he led us directly to the kitchen where an enamel‐topped table was littered with dishes, teacups and stray saucers. Andrei Dmitriyevich, as Russians call him, using his first name and patronymic, was drinking tea sweetened —or rather flavored—with chunks of little, hard, green apples.
“It's my favorite way of drinking tea,” he remarked in answer to a curious glance.
“They used to say that the nobility had tea with lemon and the cooks had tea with apples,” volunteered his wife. “So this is cook's tea.”
Gently, Sakharov urged me to try his cook's tea, and I did. One cup was enough. I had the next cup with sugar. A box of plain biscuits was produced and then a box of motley candies, a few odd chocolates mixed with large gumdrops from some other package. Everything was very plain. Seven people squeezed around the little table. In a thoroughly Russian way, visitors were absorbed into life as it was and made to feel at home. No one made any effort to dress things up unnaturally.
Sakharov, with his wife, Elena, in their Moscow apartment. In a sense, his criticisms of the Soviet system have been more dangerous than those of such dissidents as Solzhenitsyn.
Private, reticent, soft‐spoken and kindly as he is, Sakharov wears his heart on his sleeve. When moved, he has a vibrant sense of outrage at injustice, a quick and deep compassion for the suffering of others, a naive directness in action and speech, almost heedless of the consequences for himself.
In years past, when he was less outspoken and his work on the hydrogen bomb was better remembered, the authorities used to play up his streak of naive idealism when trying to discredit his unorthodox views among other intellectuals. He was ridiculed as a naive eccentric, a well-meaning but hopelessly unrealistic, unworldly professor. The recent, sharper campaign against him even stirred some sentiments for putting him in a mental hospital, reminiscent of the treatment of the 19th‐century Russian biologist and philosopher, Pyotr Chadayev, whom the Czar had declared insane after Chadayev had condemned Russia as a backward society.
Sakharov, who has a good enough sense of humor to smile at the irony of being a prophet without honor in his own country, has joked with friends about being treated as a half‐sainted, half-demented maverick. He once called himself “Andrei Blazhenny,” a play on the ambiguities of the Russian word “blazhenny,” which can mean saintly but in a crazy, capricious and quixotic way. And he has enough perspective about the limits of his influence and the ineffectuality of the Human Rights Committee, which he formed with two other physicists in 1970, to have kiddingly dismissed as “The Pickwick Committee,” a jibe at its practice of gathering and issuing papers which make not one dent in the Soviet system.
This modest side of Sakharov's personality is disarming and misleading. Some Westerners who meet him have come away wondering why so powerful a regime as the Soviet treats a man like Sakharov as dangerous. Others have asked aloud how so meek‐mannered a soul suddenly brought down on his own head the orchestrated wrath of the Soviet establishment, as he did this fall.
The questions underestimate the force of Sakharov's thoroughly unconventional views. For he has gone well beyond other Soviet dissidents in his strong indictment of Soviet society and his blunt critique of the leadership's cherished policy of détente. From the regime's point of view, his independence of mind is an extremely dangerous example for other Soviet intellectuals when détente and broadening contacts with the West are likely to expose the Soviet body politic, especially other scientists, to the virus of Western ideas and habits of freethinking.
Perhaps more significantly, Sakharov has challenged the jealously guarded monopoly of the Communist party in the realm of politics and ideas, which is a threat to the bedrock foundation of the Soviet system. For if in the modern age, managers and engineers are capable of running the, economy, and administrators and bureaucrats can manage the government and diplomacy, the party is left without legitimacy and a raison d'étre. This is why the party hierarchy brooks no ideological opposition, no matter how small. And precisely because Sakharov's dissent is philosophical as well as topical and pragmatic, it becomes intolerable—more intolerable, some insiders say, than anything Solzhenitsyn has said or written.
Sakharov's judgments on Soviet society in the past year have been harsh and sweeping. He has attacked the vaunted Soviet system of free education and medical care as an “economic illusion” based on underpaid doctors and teachers, which actually offers services of “very low” quality. He has condemned the “pernicious” effects of the “hierarchical class structure” of Soviet society, in which a party‐government‐intellectual elite enjoys “open and secret privileges” such as better schools, clinics, rest homes, special stores and even “a system of supplemental salaries in special envelopes.” He has voiced his dismay that among lower social strata drunkenness is “taking on proportions of a genuine national disaster, a symptom of the moral degradation of our society.”
He has accused the leadership of perpetuating regional inequities by making Moscow and other large cities “privileged zones” for consumer goods, comforts and cultural activities. He has charged the regime with “cruel and persistent” religious persecution and “deliberate sharpening of the national problem,” or frictions between Russian and non‐Russian nationalities. He has declared that “militarization of the economy” poses a threat to peace, asserting flatly that “in no other country is the proportion of national income which goes to military needs as high as it is in the U.S.S.R.—40 per cent.”
“I am skeptical of socialism in general,” he declared in a Swedish radio interview this summer. “I don't find that socialism has brought anything new in the theoretical plane, or a better social order ... we have the same kinds of problems as the capitalist world: criminality and alienation. The difference is that our society is an extreme case, with maximum lack of freedom, maximum ideological rigidity, and—this is most typical—with maximum pre? tensions about being the best society, although it certainly is not that.”
Sakharov's philosophical differences with the Soviet system are those of a modem Western liberal concerned with problems posed by the awful weapons of the 20th century and unchecked political and economic power. “Philosophically, I am a liberal and a humanist,” he explains. “Although not everything in official doctrine seems right to me, my objection is not to doctrine but to negative influences in life, such as intolerance, great-power chauvinism, nationalism, hypocrisy, brutality, illegality, egoism, conformism.”
“We used to have Marxism but now that is only for form, for facade,” he says. “Now we have pure pragmatism. If that pragmatism were good, I would not object to it.”
His ideal is to see Soviet society reformed and evolving toward something between Sweden and West Germany today, a mixed economy, an open society, a free press, amend parties. Here that stands out as heresy. “You Americans should remember what it was like in your McCarthy period,” said one Russian bitterly. “Weren't people upset then if someone stood up and said your system was wrong? Wouldn't they have been outraged if someone had told the Soviet Union then not to negotiate with the United States? Remember those things and you see how people here can feel about Sakharov.”
ON foreign policy, Sakharov's challenge to the leadership was equally sharp. Lately, he has urged the American Congress to impose conditions on granting trade concessions to Moscow (no equal‐tariff treatment unless the doors are thrown wide open to free emigration). And he has warned the West not to accept the Kremlin's type of détente. To a group of Western reporters, he declared:
“Détente without democratization [in the Soviet Union], détente in which the West in effect accepts the Soviet rules of the game, would be dangerous. It would not really solve any of the world's problems and would simply mean capitulating in the face of real or exaggerated Soviet power. It would mean trading with the Soviet Union, buying its gas and oil, while ignoring all other aspects.
“I think such a development would be dangerous because it would contaminate the whole world with the anti-democratic peculiarities of Soviet society, it would enable the Soviet Union to bypass problems it cannot resolve on its own and to concentrate on accumulating still further strength.
“As a result, the world would become helpless before this uncontrollable bureaucratic machine. I think that if détente were to proceed totally without qualifications, on Soviet terms, it would pose a serious threat to the world as a whole. It would mean cultivating a closed country where anything that happens may be shielded from outside eyes, a country wearing a mask that hides its true face.”
“I would not wish it on anyone to live next to such a neighbor, especially if he is at the same time armed to the teeth,” Sakharov said at a press conference poignantly timed for the fifth anniversary of the invasion of Czechoslovakia.
It was this which touched off the avalanche against Sakharov. In retrospect what is surprising is not that his dissent finally triggered a Niagara of inspired and menacing denunciations in the controlled media but that the onslaught did not come sooner. The real question is how Sakharov has managed to get away with his dissent when others were banished to harsh prisons in Siberia for lesser challenges to the system.
First of all, Sakharov has gained protection from the immense prestige he enjoys at home and abroad, especially as a member of the Academy of Sciences elected for discoveries that made enormous contributions to Soviet defense. Second, Salcharov has been spared the fate of those persecuted under Stalin because of very real changes in Soviet society since the dictator's death. For all its conservatism, the present leadership has not re‐created Stalinist terror; it feels some restraints.
Sakharov's immunity from arrest thus far rests significantly on the regime's sensitivity to Western criticism at this particular time.The main anti‐Sakharov campaign was suspended on Sept. 9 after pointed protests from such European neutrals as Austrian Chancellor Bruno Kreisky and Swedish Foreign Minister Ulster Wickman and such sympathetic Western statesmen as West German Chancellor Willy Brandt, because the leadership dared not jeopardize its détente push in Europe. The kremlin was presumably equally sensitive to the kind of clear warning sent by Philip Handler, the head of the American Academy of Science, to Mstislav Keldysh, his Soviet counterpart, that “harassment or detention of Sakharov will have severe effects upon relationships between the scientific communities of the U.S.A. and U.S.S.R. and could vitiate our recent efforts toward increasing scientific interchange and cooperation.”
In a very real sense, Sakharov, like Solzhenitsyn, gains some measure of safety from the fact that the regime has made use of him. Each of today's two great Soviet dissenters won his initial platform for criticizing important aspects of Soviet life by loyally serving the leadership—Solzhenitsyn as author of the rust powerful anti‐Stalinist novel, and Sakharov as one of the fathers of the Soviet hydrogen bomb. This loyal service gave them stature at home and made them listened to by foreigners. Only later did they break with the system and become ostracized dissenters, albeit of very different kinds — Solzhenitsyn, the Russian nationalist, and Sakharov, more akin to the modern Western progressive.
WITH hindsight, the evolution of Sakharov's dissent seems as natural and logical as his rapid rise as a theoretical physicist Born in 1921, the son of a physicist who wrote textbooks and taught at Lenin Pedagogical Institute, young Sakharov quickly made his mark. By the age of 26, he was embarked on cosmic-ray research that foreshadowed his later contributions to the Soviet hydrogen bomb. Three years later, in 1950, he and Dr. Igor Y. Tamm, who later won a Nobel Prize, had established the theoretical laws of controlled nuclear fusion, the basis for the H-bomb.
The rewards, by Soviet standards, were immense. Sakharov won a Stalin prize and eventually became one of a handful of mortals to win three awards as Hero of Socialist Labor, the nation's highest civilian decoration. He had a special, Cabinet‐set salary of 2,000 rubles a month. ($26,500 a year) and by 1969 had accumulated a fortune of 139,000 rubles ($153,000), which be donated to cancer research, evidently feeling that it was blood money.
As someone within the highest reaches of trust in the Soviet system, he lived a celibate life, cut off from normal social contacts except with fellow scientists. From 1950 to 1968 he lived in a city far from Moscow. He had a bodyguard at all times who slept with him, or nearby, and who went everywhere with him, even on vacations or in swimming. Once, Sakharov later recollected, he gave the guard the slip early one morning by getting up while the guard was still asleep. “I went off to ski,” Sakharov said with puckish satisfaction.
In the early years, when the Soviet Union under Stalin was trying to catch up with America and overtake its atomic lead by becoming the first to detonate a hydrogen bomb, Sakharov took satisfaction in his work. Twenty-five years ago, when I began working on this terrible weapon, I felt subjectively that was working for peace, that my work would help foster a balance of power and that it would be useful to the Soviet people, and, even to some extent, to mankind as a‐whole,” he said recently. “That was the way I felt at the time. It was a natural point of view, shared by many, especially since we actually had no choice in the mater.”
But later be felt pangs of conscience, much as had Oppenheimer, the American physicist. “I gradually began to understand the criminal nature not only of nuclear tests, but of the enterprise, as a whole. I began to look on it and on other world problems from a broader, human perspective.”
He became particularly concerned over the long‐term dangers of radioactive fallout from nuclear tests and of the need to halt such tests. He made this the topic of his first real protest, a confidential letter to Igor Kurchatov, the chief scientific administrator of the weapons program at the time. In October, 1958, after a six‐month hiatus in Soviet atmospheric tests, Sakharov wrote Kurchatov urging cancellation of some scheduled Soviet tests. Kurchatov agreed and flew to see Premier Nikita Khrushchev, then vacationing at Yalta. But Khrushchev was unyielding; the tests went ahead.
Sakharov's next protest was more personal, and it provoked Khrushchev's irritation. In September, 1961, the Soviet leadership had planned a series of huge nuclear tests leading up to a whopping 100‐megaton explosion to coincide with the end of the 22d Communist Party Congress. On the eve of the congress, Khrushchev invited top scientists to meet with the party leadership to discuss the tests and international policy.
During the meeting Sakharov was unable to contain himself and jotted a note to Khrushchev. He urged that the tests be called off, arguing that they were technically unnecessary and that it was vital for Moscow not to violate unilaterally the three‐year‐old atmospheric‐test moratorium. The world then knew nothing of Khrushchev's plan to order the building of the Berlin Wall later that year, but people at the meeting were informed of it. And Sakharov, in his note, observed That “breaking the moratorium on atomic testing is a far more serious matter than building a wall in Berlin.” He passed the note up to Khrushchev, Who barely looked at it and stuck it in his pocket.
Later, when the participants had gathered for a small Kremlin reception, Khrushchev had obviously read the note and mentioned Sakharov's views to others. Again, he was unmoved. “Sakharov is a good scientist,” the burly Soviet leader is reported to have commented. “But he is trying to teach us politics and we know politics better than he does. You have to be clever and tough and use blackmail with the imperialists.”
Sakharov's third protest on this issue was the most crucial for him personally because it marked an important sense of breaking with the system. A big Soviet test was scheduled for Sept. 25, 1962, but Sakharov had opposed it for much the same reasons.
“Our minister, Slaysky [Yefim Slaysky, the official who has since 1957 run the Soviet nuclear‐weapons program under the cover title of Minister of Medium Machine Building] had promised me they would not have it,” Sakharov later explained. “But I found out that he had deceived me and they were going ahead. So I called Khrushchev personally. We had special telephones. We could do that. He was in Ashkhabad. I got him there. When I told him that I opposed the test, he said, ‘Excuse me, I will have to clarify this with Kozlov.’ Kozlov was his deputy at the time. Kozlov called me back but by that time they had moved forward the time of the test and it was too late. The test had already occurred the time I talked with Kozlov on the phone.”
It was a shattering experience for Sakharov to feel tricked by his superiors on his own project. “It was terrible,” he recalled. “I had an awful sense of powerlessness. I could not stop something I knew was wrong and unnecessary. After that, I felt myself another man. I broke with my surroundings. It was a basic break. After that, I understood there was no point in arguing.”
The 1963 Soviet‐American agreement banning atmospheric tests relieved some of his sense of frustration, in part because Sakharov felt he contributed to it Immediately after the test which he had opposed, Sakharov recalls having gone to Slaysky and recommending that the Soviet Union pick up an old American fallback position put forward in February, 1959, by President Eisenhower. It called for a ban on nuclear testing in the atmosphere, in space and underwater, the three environments in which tests could be readily detected. The idea evidently went up the hierarchy, but Sakharov now feels the initiative was his.
The test‐ban treaty did not, however, halt the evolution of Sakharov's dissent. His superiors thought his protests were perhaps motivated by career dissatisfactions or unhappiness over conditions at work, but he felt a growing moral concern. “The atomic question was always half science, half politics,” he mused one day, talking in a low voice, stretched across the bare, gray‐green foam‐rubber mattress of his bed, unshaven, in an old blue sweater, recalling his challenge to the top leadership as if it were an ordinary occurrence. “The atomic issue was a natural path into political issues. What matters is that I left conformism. It is not important on what question. After that first break, everything later was natural.”
Actually, Sakharov slid into political dissent by stages, once again incurring Khrushchev's disfavor. In 1964, Sakharov opposed the election to the Academy of Nikolai Nuzhdin, a close aide of Trofim Lysenko, the biologist who had purged and suppressed genetics studies under Stalin and Khrushchev. Other prestigious Academicians sided with Sakharov and Nuzhdin was rejected. Soon thereafter, Sakharov was crudely attacked in the press as “a complete ignoramus” on biology and, insulted, he protested to Khrushchev in letter that renewed his criticism of Nuzhdin and Lysenko, who was a favorite of Khrushchev.
The letter evidently angered the leader for he reportedly showed it to some high‐level party colleagues, including Mikhail Suslov, the chief ideologist, to whom he is said to have blustered: “First, Sakharov did not want to test the bomb. Now he mixes in the Lysenko affair.” Khrushchev is said to have told the secret‐police chief to find some compromising material on Sakharov “to teach him a lesson,” but Sakharov was spared by Khrushchev's fall from power.
Nonetheless, Sakharov was demoted a notch for his outspokenness. This in turn enabled him to broaden his social contacts. In the mid‐nineteen‐sixties, he met Solzhenitsyn for the first time. In 1966, he joined 24 other outstanding intellectuals in appealing to the party leadership not to rehabilitate Stalin at the 23d Party Congress. And on Dec. 5, 1966, he took part in a one‐minute vigil in Pushkin Square commemorating international Human Rights Day, his first public act of dissent.
By early 1967, he had begun to intervene in a few cases of such dissidents as Alexander Ginzburg, Yuri Galanskov and Yuli Daniel, privately protesting to party leaders over their arrests or the harsh conditions in their labor camps. None marked an irreversible break with the Establishment, but each pushed him further into the arena of social protest.
Higher‐ups disapproved of his activities and removed him as chief of a section in the nuclear program, thereby cutting his salary in half. But by the first half of 1967, he had already begun collecting thoughts for his famous “Progress, Coexistence and Intellectual Freedom” essay that first brought him world attention and marked his firm break with the system.
By comparison with Sakharov's later statements, this was moderate, couched in language intended to appeal to Establishment liberals. He offered a broad social vision with two basic themes—the division of mankind threatens it with destruction, and intellectual freedom is essential to society. Sakharov balanced off criticism of American policy in Vietnam with reproof of Soviet Middle East policy, urged an end to the arms race and a cooperative campaign against world hunger, suggested reforms for both West and East; predicting and proposing the ultimate convergence of the two systems. Perhaps most significantly, he began with a tribute to the “lofty ideals of socialism” and affirmed his own “profoundly socialist viewpoint.”
But he also set out some sharp critiques of Soviet society. He opposed efforts to export revolution and condemned such mass myths as “the myth about the sharpening of the class struggle and proletarian infallibility.” Even then, he decried “the formation of a distinct class — a bureaucratic elite from which all key positions are filled and which is rewarded for its work through open and concealed privileges.” And he declared battle with “the ossified dogmatism of a bureaucratic oligarchy and its favorite weapon, ideological censorship.”
Within the Soviet Union, the essay found a wide audience. According to other intellectuals, it circulated widely in scientific institutes of major cities. Some estimate that thousands upon thousands of intellectuals read it and passed it on, regarding it as less risky than other unofficial, underground material because it carried the prestigious name of an Academician and a highly decorated scientist.
But unofficial retribution was swift when the essay was first printed in the West in. June, 1968. Sakharov was fired from the nuclear program. One morning he was merely forbidden to enter the classified working area. His security clearance was lifted. When he inquired, he was told he was no longer needed. For a few months, his salary continued to be sent to his savings bank. But for nearly a year, he had no job.
Only in May, 1969, forced into what was considered the indignity of an open academic competition for a job well below his status, he was taken back as a senior researcher at the Lebedev Institute of Physics, where he had begun his civilian career more than 20 years earlier. He has worked there ever since, going on Tuesdays in a chauffeur‐driven car (one of the perquisites of being an Academy member) to take part in a seminar on quantum theory and elementary particles.
Totally cut off from the nuclear program, Sakharov was now drawn into a career as a campaigner for civil rights. In 1970, 1971 and 1972, he issued lengthy new essays on broad social problems, each one sharper in tone than the previous. Beginning in 1970, he signed scores upon scores of personal protests and appeals for less well‐known dissenters —Grigorenko, Amalrik, Bukovsky, Ginzberg, Galanskov, Daniel, Lyubarsky, Shikhanovich, Pluyush, Feinberg, Borisov. He stood vigil outside trials to assert the principle of trials and ride of law.
At one vigil, in October, 1970, he met Elena Georgeine Bonner, a gregarious, energetic, half‐Armenian, half‐Jewish pediatrician whose mother was sent to 16 years in camp and exile at the peak of the Stalinist purges in 1937 and who had spent a lifetime sending food packages to relatives in prison. She is the aunt of Eduard Kuznetsov, a young Jew given a death sentence —later reduced to 15 years—in the December, 1970, Leningrad hijacking trial. Sakharov's first wife had died in 1969, and in a few months he married Elena, who shared his activism.
Together with her children, Tatyana and Alyosha, among others, he went to the Lebanese Embassy in September, 1972, to protest the killing of Israeli athletes at the Munich Olympics by Palestinian commandos — and was detained for the first time. Squads of police awaited the demonstrators. There was no clash, no scuffle. Demonstrators were simply motioned into parked buses as they arrived at the scene. Sakharov was interrogated—politely, he later said —and quickly released. What depressed him most, he said, were some sharply anti‐Semitic remarks by the onlookers.
It is impossible to judge how much sympathy there is among intellectuals for Sakharov's views today (until recently the common man did not know of him and now presumably accepts the regime's charges that he is a turncoat). It seems clear, however, that as Sakharov has become increasingly active, his influence among Establishment liberals has deadened. In part, they have withdrawn because of tightening controls and a sense of futility over the lack of impact of earlier protests. Sakharov's official ostracism and dismissal made it riskier for people to read and pass on his later essays, and their audience is widely reported to be a mere fraction of the audience that read the 1968 essay.
His insistence on the need for greater intellectual freedom, less censorship, easier access to Western publications, freer scientific inquiry is reported to have found a sympathetic audience in a fairly wide scientific community. A smaller group presumably shares his concern over heavy military expenditures at the cost of better housing, schooling, clothing or medical care. Still fewer are likely to share his resentment against the privileged elite, since a fair number of scientists are part of it themselves.
Some now privately voice the suspicion that Sakharov has sharpened his criticism to provoke the authorities into letting him emigrate, a path closed to them. “When his first essay came out, many people felt he was speaking for all of us,” said one natural scientist. “Now, if he really wants to emigrate, some people feel he is speaking more for himself and not the rest of us.”
Sakharov's own explanation for his sharpening dissent is his sense of frustration at what he sees as a broadening pattern of official repression which is being ignored by the West because of its own preoccupations and its interests in political détente and trade with the Soviet Union. More than once he has remarked that he felt the situation had become worse for free‐thinking. Soviet intellectuals since President Nixon's first summit visit to Moscow in May, 1972. Indeed, over the past 12 to 18 months, a determined secret‐police campaign has produced scores of arrests and left dissidents demoralized and in disarray. Their underground publications have been shut down. And other intellectuals are cautious.
Sakharov denies that there ever was such a thing as a dissident movement in the sense of a group, or groups, pursuing a political goal and giving the authorities any serious reasons for concern. “I have always considered it mainly as an effort to protest against unfair trials, unjustified commitments to mental institutions, to help the families of the, persons concerned,” he said. And he acknowledged that even “these ranks have been thinned.”
Although Sakharov himself has thus far avoided trial and incarceration, he has paid a price that serves as a deterrent for others. He still receives a good salary of 750 rubles, more than half of it his guaranteed stipend as an Academy member. But at 52, he feels unproductive as a theoretical physicist, having spent so many years in applied rather than theoretical fields and now being troubled by what he calls his “inner unrest” social issues.
At work, other scientists tend to shy away from Sakharov. Socially, his circle has narrowed. He maintains a dacha, awarded him under Stalin, in the scientists' suburb of Zhukhovka. But he visits much less with other senior Academicians than in years past. Colleagues and friends who share his views have been harassed. The two young physicists who joined him in forming the Committee on Human Rights in 1970 lost their jobs. One, Valery Chalidze, came under such sharp police pressure that he chose to accept an invitation to visit the United States, where Soviet authorities lifted his citizenship.
Sakharov's family relations are strained. His three children by his first marriage, two daughters and a son, rarely ever see him. The daughters, both married, disapprove of his politics and shun contact with him. His 16‐year‐old son lives with the oldest daughter and, to Sakharov's great personal disappointment, also stays away from him.
His stepchildren have come under official pressures. Nearly a year ago, Tatyana was abruptly expelled from the sixth and final year of the evening department of the journalistic faculty of Moscow State University on a rarely invoked technicality. Her husband was later advised to quit his job as an engineer or face dismissal. This spring, Sakharov was jolted When his 16‐year‐old stepson, Alyosha, a boy with an excellent school record, was flunked on one entrance exam for the university. Friends inquired and found evidence that his Russian literature paper had been unfairly downgraded despite his high marks in other subjects. After a delay of several months, he was allowed to take exams for the Lenin Pedagogical institute, got almost straight A's, and is now enrolled.
Sympathizers believe this fall's campaign against Sakharov was intended to oust him from the Academy of Sciences, thereby preparing ground for a trial. The timing and nature of the warning given him in August by the Deputy Procurator General, (the Soviet Assistant Attorney General) tends to support this notion. More than once, the Party Aktiv (the party members among the Academy) was reported to have been summoned to meet with higher party officials to see how an expulsion could be arranged. One such meeting was said to have lasted until 2 A.M. Allegedly, the higher party officials were told that any number of signatures could be produced for denunciations of Sakharov but there was no way to guarantee his expulsion in the required secret ballot. Moreover, by Academy rules, Sakharov would be entitled to speak in his own defense.
The episode points up the peculiar and important standing of the Soviet Academy as a unique organization able in some limited way to resist the party's writ. By tradition, no one is expelled, and the members fear a dangerous precedent if action is taken against Sakharov. Unable to expel him, the authorities drummed up a press campaign to discredit and isolate him, obtaining the signatures of many of the nation's best-known scientists, writers, composers, artists and other intellectuals. Ironically, Sakharov was spared its first shock effect because he was not in Moscow when the first thunderous letters appeared —including one signed by, 40 other members of the Academy. He was vacationing in the Crimea. His wife, Elena, overheard others on the beach reacting to the press campaign, denouncing him and asserting that such a man should be “put in a mental hospital.” She rushed off to warn her husband to leave the beach. But he returned and, unrecognized by the people, fell into conversation with them, asking whether they personally knew Sakharov. When they said no, he suggested, “perhaps Sakharov is a good man after all”and then left.
In general, the campaign was so heavy‐handed that it not only provoked protests abroad but galvanized a few of the previously demoralized and recently inactive dissenters: They quickly felt, as the writer Lydia Chukovskaya put it, that Sakharov was “the captain of our ship,” and rallied around him. In part, their efforts were aided by the fact that the Soviet Union had just stopped jamming the Voice of America and other Western radios, meaning that more people could hear of Western reactions to the campaign as well as Western broadcasts on the few Soviet statements defending Sakharov.
But the present situation represents no more than an uneasy truce. Sakharov has become a central symbol in the tug‐of‐war over the nature of détente. He symbolizes the liberalization the West would like to see and that the Soviet leadership is, determined to prevent.
On the surface, it appears as though the West has won an important battle by rallying to the defense of Sakharov and Solzhenitsyn, but this may be a delusion. Sakharov and Solzhenitsyn are two unique personalities in Soviet society. They are so well known in the West that Western politicians and liberals react when actions are taken against them.
But Soviet authorities, who renewed sporadic attacks against Sakharov in October, evidently count on Western opinion to be too disorganized and forgetful to follow consistently the issue of civil rights in the Soviet Union. Sakharov and Solzhenitsyn have themselves observed that repressions have continued against other, less well‐known, freethinkers. Sakharov's own protests on their behalf find almost no echo abroad. He and others fear that it is not the civil‐rights advocates who have prevailed but Soviet conservatives, who cleverly muted their anti ‐ Sakharov campaign before it turned human rights into a burning and permanent issue in the evolution of détente.
The present situation represents no more than an uneasy stalemate. Westerners, who see Sakharov as a symbol of the liberalization they hope will occur along with détente, have risen to Sakharov's personal defense but have achieved little more. The Communist Establishment, determined to prevent the kind of liberalization that Sakharov symbolizes, has now better insulated its intelligentsia against outside infection, though it has been unable to silence Sakharov personally. Ironically, some of the very latest attacks have for the first time exposed Soviet readers to some of Sakharov's ideas, acquainted them with his contributions to the Soviet hydrogen bomb and even reported his efforts to limit Soviet nuclear tests.
His personal future, however, remains uneasy and uncertain, isolated as he is from Establishment liberals, unable to do productive work, and worried about his family. He seems genuinely not to fear for himself. By his doorbell, there is posted a little cartoon of a hedgehog, crouching in the bushes, on guard against snakes, and the caption says: “This is a hedgehog. Do not try to take him by band” — a warning that Sakharov will raise a furor if he is threatened again. But what really troubles him is the quiet, unseen but unrelenting pressures on his family.
“I have not been afraid personally for myself,” he said not long ago. “I am mostly afraid of a kind of pressure being directed against my family, my wife's family and relatives.”
But he was clearly shaken when two Arabs claiming to be from the Black September terrorist group came to his house on Oct. 22 and threatened to kill him if he Grade another statement sympathetic to Israel and harmful to the Arabs. The threat grew out of an earlier interview, during the Arab‐Israeli fighting, in which Sakharov saw Israel as fighting for its life and the Arabs motivated by less compelling needs and in which he urged Western aid to Israel to match Soviet aid to the Arabs. “We never give two warnings,” the Arabs told him.
Nonetheless, moved by personal convictions, he is not one new, however, is the ease with which Sakharov has piled all these absurd anti‐Soviet concoctions into one heap in order to set forth ‘conditions’ which, if not met, should deter the West from consenting to an easing of international tensions....
“This ‘humanist’ and ‘defender of the freedom of the individual’ has raised his hand against the most humane decisions in world politics and challenges all people of goodwill who have worked so hard for the present easing of tensions.
“‘A champion of democracy,’ he demands of Western countries that they agree to détente only on the imperative condition that Western governments get the right to establish, as he puts it, ‘some sort of control’ over the Soviet Union.
“Otherwise, this specialist who really knows the destructive and annihilative potential of modern weapons, does not stop at anything in his fanatic stubbornness to hinder the easing of international tensions, to hinder the removal of the danger of war....
“It is quite natural that Sakharov has not found and could not find understanding, much less support, among the Soviet people. But he did find such support and even en couragement outside the country, among professional anti-Sovieteers and anti‐Communists who began to balloon in every way his hysterical, statements, to rush him further downhill.
“It is thus, as it follows from Sakharov's latest interviews to bourgeois correspondents, that he slid into open slandering of socialism and to alignment with the sworn enemies of peace and capitulation to bourgeois ideology and policy.”
The party line on Sakharov
Following are excerpts from the attack on Sakharov published in Moscow in a recent issue of Communist, the Communist party's ideological journal.
“Academician Andrei Sakharov is allotted in the West the role of the fuse for the explosive device that the enemies of peace would like to put under the foundation of détente....
“In Sakharov's pronouncements there is not a single point that could originate on the real soil of social development in our country or would be the creation of a scientist's original analytical thinking. His statements are an eclectic mixture of ‘imported’ clichés and threadbare anti‐Soviet propaganda. Their nucleus is the notorious ‘theory of convergence,’ a rehashing of the ideas of such bourgeois ideologists a W. Rostow, R. Aron, P. Sorokin and their like. [Prof. Walter W. Rostow of the University of Texas, Raymond Aron, French author and educator, and the late Prof. Pitirim Sorokin of Harvard.]
“In the booklet ‘Thoughts on Progress, Peaceful Coexistence and Intellectual Freedom,’ that was published abroad, Sakharov unambiguously states that ‘the intensification of the class struggle under capitalism is a myth,’ and that the process of the drawing together of the two systems is inevitable....
“Proceeding from the ‘theory of convergence,’ Sakharov would like to ‘correct’ and ‘cure’ Socialist society by means of long‐known capitalist medicines—first of all with the help of ‘private initiative’ and ‘free enterprise.’
“Having started with proposals that the hiring of farmhands be permitted in agricul ture and with, other measures which, were they implemented, would be capable of gradually putting the peasantry in kulak bondage, he advises ‘broadening possibilities for private initiative’ also in other spheres: public health, education, press, culture, etc....
“Sakharov tries to question the need for the guiding role in Soviet society of the working class and its vanguard, the Communist party.... Sakharov loses all touch with real life in socialist society when he ‘loudly’ counterposes the interests of the working class, peasantry and intelligentsia.
“Showing disregard and contempt for people of labor, whom he describes as the ‘gray mass’, Sakharov draws fantastic projects about the creation of an ‘intellectual world leadership,’ fiercely attacks the theses on the irreconcilability of bourgeois and socialist ideologies, declaring this a ‘crime’ and ‘madness.’ He advises socialist countries to fling open their doors to bourgeois ideology, to activity against the people by anti-socialist elements, and to give scope to antisocial phenomena.
“There is nothing new in this. All of it has already been said before in the anti‐Communist works of the past half century. These are stereotyped slogans of bourgeois propaganda, demagogical tricks and rude insinuations against the U.S.S.R. that are not often to be encountered now, even in the works of hardened anti-Communists.
“What can be viewed as to desist from speaking out, even though his civil‐rights activities have had no noticeable impact. With a spirit that links him to other dissenters in Russia's past, he asserts the need to be true to one's self.
“You always need to make ideals clear to yourself,” he told someone who asked why he kept going this way. “You always have to be aware of them, even if there is no direct path to their realization. Were there no ideals, there would be no hope whatsoever. Then everything would be hopelessness, darkness — a blind alley.”