When Raisa Maksimovna was seen off, you said: “Yes, I loved her, and she loved me, but that’s not the only thing ...” There was a pause, and then you simply said, in a manly way, singsongly and tenderly: “... But the thing is that she was my friend." And this - "she was my friend" - sounded so weighty, significant, reliable that - no, it did not overpower love, but gave it (love) an additional volume, although, of course, love does not need any addition, but friendship - a very strong feeling, both important and joyful in itself, and only in combination with love ...
And also, Mikhail Sergeevich, forgive me for my personal memories, but once you admitted that when you became the General Secretary of this KaPeeSeS, Raisa Maksimovna told you: “What should we do now, we will no longer be able to always walk with you by the hand, as before? After all, we will be in public all the time…” And you said: “No! I am 54 years old. You and I have held hands all our lives, we will not change anything. Neither in front of people, nor without.
Dear Mikhail Sergeevich! Thank you for your love for Raisa Maksimovna!
Thank you Raisa Maksimovna for your love.
Your Zoya Eroshok and Novaya Gazeta