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The Communist Manifesto

Written by Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, this influential work analyzes the historical development of capitalism and advocates for the establishment of a classless society through the proletariat's revolution. more

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Karl Marx
Karl Marx

Karl Marx (May 5, 1818 - March 14, 1883) was a German philosopher, economist, sociologist, political theorist, and revolutionary. He is one of the founders of Marxism and his works, including 'Das Kapital' and 'The Communist Manifesto', have had a profound impact on the world. more

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