The Order of Labour Glory (Russian: Орден Трудовой Славы) was a Soviet civilian award created on 18 January 1974 by the decision of the Praesidium of Supreme Soviet of the USSR. Closely modeled on the Order of Glory, it was meant to be its civilian counterpart, awarded for exceptional labour achievements. In the same way as the Order of Glory, it was divided in three classes (the highest being the 1st class), with a person initially received the third degree, and subsequently promoted to higher degrees for further achievements. It also gave a certain number of material benefits to their owners, such as pension raises or free travel in city transports.
As of 1991, the following number of awards were made:
- 1st class - 952
- 2nd class - 50,000+
- 3rd class - 650,000+
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