RussiaIN Moscow, many hundreds of miles to the East, after tossing and turning in bed for hours, Andrei was deeply asleep.
That afternoon like Margaret, he had been watching television after school, at Ilya’s flat. Ilya’s mother, Vera, had been at school with Natalya in Leningrad and from time to time she arranged for Andrei to come to spend some time with him. Ilya did not have many friends because of his father’s position.
In a cavernous, echoing room with high ceilings, sitting on heavy wooden chairs, Andrei and Ilya saw newsreel pictures and heard a story utterly at odds with what the Durhams were to see a little later that day.
There was a report about the international outrage that had followed the action that Great Britain and France had taken in the Suez Canal.
‘Even the Americ
