Word: tchitcherin
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...nonentities who wished to shake the Soviet Minister's hand were resumed. Prince von Bulow (onetime Court Chamberlain) Count Rantzau (brother of the German Ambassador to Moscow), Counts Kalckrenth, Westarp, et al., were called in by Chancellor Luther and Foreign Minister Strese-mann to have lunch with M. Tchitcherin and keep him entertained...
...last Tchitcherin broke away from them and cornered Foreign Minister Stresemann; he talked and talked to him all afternoon, all night, until two in the morning of the day when Stresemann was to leave for Locarno...
Shortly before train time, Tchitcherin again talked to Stresemann for more than an hour; delivered a last exhortation. What he said may be judged from his public utterances: "England's effort toward creating a security compact is simply a part of her insidious anti-Soviet activity. . . . England sees in Germany a mere pawn to be used against Russia... Germany must not fall into the British trap...
Herr Stresemann, for his part, had little enough with which to parry gracefully the Russian's arguments, such as they were. While his train for Locarno stood waiting at the station, he could only assure M. Tchitcherin that Germany has often voiced her intention of not assuming any obligations under the League which might lead to Allied troops being mobilized across Germany to attack Russia; and that Germany would evade any Allied desire to impose such obligations upon her at Locarno, if she could. Meanwhile would not Minister Tchitcherin please be quiet, and accept for his country...
With haste and fervor Herr Stresemann, thrusting that trade treaty sop at the importunate Tchitcherin, stayed not upon the order of bolting for his train. On the platform stood the British, French and Italian Ambassadors to Germany, their faces wreathed in smiles. They whispered into the ear of Herr Stresemann. Then they shook his hand and that of his colleague, Chancellor Luther, who was also going. As Herr Stresemann clambered into his compartment, yet another pair of lips spoke quick and soft in his ear. They belonged to Monsignor Pacelli, the Papal Nuncio, who had come to whisper the deep...