23 September 2017, Moscow
At short notice, a spontaneous invitation to join close mutual friends for an intimate (six people) dinner with Mikhail Sergeevich Gorbachev at a well-known restaurant near his country home outside Moscow. "Gorby" ... first and last President of the USSR, last Secretary-General of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union; one of the 21st Century's monumental figures, despised and reviled in his own country as the man who destroyed the USSR (wrong - that title belongs to Boris Yeltsin; that's not a value judgement - just a statement of fact). I came home late that evening, slightly boozed and on a high, and penned these lines to a friend in a far-away country - one of the few people who would understand what I was writing and what lay between the lines.
Begins ...
At 86, Gorby's mind is clear, even if his speech is not. He is sharp. He doesn't miss much, if anything.
Big, strong hands, thick wrists and solid fingers - a man who did hard physical work in his youth. Good appetite. Happy to take vodka but steered more towards juice.
Keen eye for the girls, but utterly devoted to Raisa Maximovna [note: his late wife] even now, 20 years after her death. As one of Venik's staffers was showing him how to use the iPad, he was watching intently, occasionally glancing at her face and cleavage. Seated at the other end of the table, opposite him, I could see his hand was resting on her knee. After a few minutes' observing her manipulation of the device he quietly asked "am I disturbing you?" He knew exactly what he meant!
The steely resolve and, I suspect, ruthlessness which must have been an essential part of climbing to the top, is evident still. No point thinking he was "a nice guy", even though he clearly was a realist and more liberally inclined than others. He obviously was, and still is, used to commanding and being the one to take decisions - especially as they relate to him.
He related in detail war stories his father - who had fought in the Soviet army - had told him, with a distinct undertone of regret that he hadn't been old enough to take part. Venik told me later that Gorby usually talks about Raisa, his student life, or his post-presidential life (but doesn't comment on contemporary politics).
Gorby seemed interested in and pleased to meet me, including because I had lived in the USSR when he was in charge and was familiar with - and showed empathy for - what his country had experienced. He sort of invited himself to my residence - now to make that happen.
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