Word: cossack
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Once a Cossack trooper, His Majesty Riza Shah Pahlevi, King of Kings, showed in converse with the Turkish Dictator his customary habit of arriving swiftly at obstinate conclusions. Several times Dictator seemed vexed by Dictator, but only in political converse. When the talk shifted to soldiering both were in their element. With a strutting pageant of Turkish soldiery and Air Force maneuvers, Host Kemal so diverted Guest Pahlevi that the King of Kings prolonged his official visit...
Young Gregor Melekhov was a typical Don Cossack, hard-riding, hard-drinking, fiercely independent. Before he was old enough to serve his term in the army he was making free with another man's wife. His father thought marriage would cool him off, but his wife, after his mistress, was a disappointment to Gregor. He soon abandoned her and went off with the hot-blooded Aksinia to a nearby estate, where he got a job as coachman. When his term for military service fell due, he said goodbye to Aksinia with no misgivings. But Gregor was gone too long...
...Persia sped a motorcade with Riza Shah Pahlevi. onetime Cossack trooper, riding as King of Kings in a limousine upholstered in champagne-colored silk with gold and jeweled Persian crowns in bas-relief upon each door. Turkish artillery honored His Majesty at the frontier with a salute from enlightened President Mustafa Kemal Pasha's best European cannon...
Though Marina Yurlova now dances for her suppers on the concert stage she once did a more dangerous pas seul. Readers of Cossack Girl may find it easier to read than believe, but Publisher Macaulay insists Authoress Yurlova's hairbreadth narrative is "authenticated by documents.'' No less credible than Joan Lowell's notorious Cradle of the Deep, Cossack Girl is a thriller of the same order, but better written...
According to Authoress Yurlova's tale, she left her home in Raevskaya at 14 followed her father, a Colonel of Cossacks, to the War. She never found him, but enough else came her way to keep her busy. A kindly Cossack fitted her into a uniform, had her hair cut and soon she was doing a soldier's share. Twice recommended for the Cross of St. George, she was wounded, captured by Kurds, shellshocked. When the Revolution broke the Bolsheviks caught her in a hospital at Kazan, threw her into prison. Rescued by Czechoslovaks who had joined...