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Next day Shepilov's Foreign Ministry said that, anyhow, the U.S.S.R. was withdrawing Soviet troops from Budapest (but not Hungary) because their "further presence [could] cause even greater deterioration of the situation." The Soviet Union now recognized the basis of the Hungarian revolt as being the Hungarian working people's legitimate "struggle against bureaucratic distortions in the state apparatus." But it solemnly warned the Hungarians against "forces of black reaction," which are "trying to take advantage of the discontent...
...Cabot Lodge: "If ever there was a time when the action of the United Nations could literally be a matter of life and death for a whole nation, this is that time." It was: the Soviet attack was already five hours old; phosphorus and incendiary shells were falling in Budapest; the bridges across the Danube were being fiercely contested; the Russians had issued an ultimatum that they would bomb Budapest unless all resistance ended...
...after the other. New voices told of the appointment of the new Communist regime of treacherous Janos Kadar, and of the downfall of Communist Nagy. Pravda had the last word on Nagy: "He turned out to be an accomplice of reactionary forces. A woman's voice on Radio Budapest screamed "ominous consequences" for those who did not lay down their arms. Dark night was returning to Hungary...
From beleaguered Budapest on Tuesday the news flashed that the Soviet tanks were pulling out. Shouted the jubilant announcer: "For long years past this radio has been an instrument of lies. It lied day and night. It lied on all wave lengths . . . From this moment those who mouthed the lies are no longer . . . We who are now facing the microphone are new men." It was the voice of the people of Hungary in that hour: a great burden had been cast...
Under the wan October sun, Budapest had the appearance of a city ravaged by a full-scale war. The streets were choked by rubble and glass, dangling ends of streetcar cables and the uprooted cobblestones and raveled steel of barricades. The air was full of the fine, powdery dust of shell-chipped brick and mortar. Soviet dead in scores lay in grotesque postures beside burned-out and still smoldering hulks of tanks, armored cars, self-propelled guns. Men in white coats moved from corpse to corpse sprinkling snow-white lime which transformed the dead into marblelike statuary. Where possible, rebel...