Three months in Soviet Russia do not constitute even Quentin Reynolds an authority, but he has a faculty for getting behind the news, for seeing life at first hand, of sympathetic understanding and interpretation of not only the leaders (and he had frequent contact with the biggest of them) but the little people. This new book ranks with The Wounded Don't Cry -- rather than with the interim volumes, as a topnotch journalist's story, and one that gives -- through two thirds of its length -- the best inside picture we have had by a journalist of fighting Russia. It starts with England, and a grand portrait of Churchill; it ends with Egypt -- Cairo, desert fighting et al, and departure (by slow freight) for home after Dec. 7th. Always, even when censorship and circumstances are stacked against him, Reynolds is in the news -- and knows how to tell it. His is a revealing picture of the best in Soviet Russia.