A dippity-doo dash about Russia with a few interesting observations. . . Miss Sherwood discovers that Russians go slightly paranoid at the sight of an American; they have a ""fierce prejudice against overcoats"" in restaurants etc.; have great parks and children's clothes; guard the morals of their hotel guests with fierce Nyets! and have boyniks who dig the Beatles. The author's attempts at humor are as heavy as a Russian brunch but she does get herself into funny situations. In Moscow she picnics with an aging movie star who mimics Bette Davis; she trips herself up in an attempt at a Russian conga, fends off would-be Russian husbands, almost drowns in a strange concoction labelled ""nectar,"" and runs into a would-be defector. In and around Leningrad she attends a wedding in a marriage factory and a school where the emphasis is on America (right down to the Swanee River). This along with plays and ballets is mostly a whirl for the single girl who is planning her own American invasion.