For nine years Maxim Maximovich Litvinoff trotted about Europe as the Foreign Commissar of Soviet Russia. Although he had never been much of a power within the Soviet Union, he was one of the few old-line Bolsheviks who could talk to capitalist diplomats in their own language. He made an able traveling salesman for Joseph Stalin. At the endless, shilly-shallying, post-war conferences he was the vigorous symbol of an era when the Soviet was plugging the theory of collective security, backed every democratic move aimed at the Axis. But he was sold...
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