Lenin on the Red Army
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Ongoing, First published Feb 26, 2024
on the occasion of the 100th anniversary of Lenin's death and the 1st anniversary of the founding of the Red World Army

(Collection of texts and quotations - compiled by Wolfgang Eggers)

(first Part = complete)

second Part = coming soon
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