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 | | By Liesl Schillinger By midnight Sunday in Moscow, the government tanks were pulling up to the White House and to Ostankino, Russia's state television station, from which, five hours earlier, a photographer and I had been running, as the machine-gun fire started to patter and the crowd started to scream. |
 | | The next morning, Sunday, the White House was flanked by a semicircle of orange trucks and bordered in loops of clean, silver razor wire. |
 | | Journalists pleaded to be allowed into the White House, where, they said cynically, they would offer the parliamentary holdouts, who had been complaining about their lack of fresh linen, clean underwear for quotes. |
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