Winston Churchill lived with his wife, Clementine Churchill, for 57 years.

 Winston Churchill lived with his wife, Clementine Churchill, for 57 years. He loved her. He loved her deeply, with a rare intensity. He was a difficult man; he was not easy to live with. He smoked cigars in bed, burning his pajamas and sheets. He drank alcohol - unfortunately, to excess, one might say. He had ups and downs, he fought, he fell and got up again. Sometimes he was unbearable in his relationships with others and sometimes he didn't even hear what was said to him - literally he didn't hear. He listened only to himself. He was not a particularly attractive man and he didn't play sports. But he loved his wife dearly and could not live without her, even if, at times, he didn't hear or listen to her either.

Clementine found a wise way, however: she chose not to raise her voice or argue. She began to write to him. Messages. Letters. In them she tenderly begged him, delicately guided him, supported him or guided him towards the right decisions. Sometimes, at the end of her lines, she would place a small sign of affection — like the little hearts we use today. Churchill read them. And he changed for the better. These letters strengthened him deeply. Thus, his wife avoided conflicts and misunderstandings. They never quarreled. And he was never unfaithful to her, although before marriage he had been an admirer of female company. You understand — he loved her for 57 years. Then he died, taken away by old age. And Clementine was left alone. Life had lost its meaning for her — she only talked about the desire to meet her beloved husband again. She said that she no longer had anything to live for and no way to live. One day, leafing through his manuscripts, her gaze fell on some words written by his hand — she understood that they were addressed to her. They were the answer to her thoughts, to the longing and pain of loss. He had supported her even beyond death, instilling in her the strength to move on. That's how she felt those lines, as if she were reading them for the first time. They were the answer to her inner question: "what should I do and why should I live on?". She heard the voice of her beloved husband through the letters: "Never give up — never, never, never; neither in big things, nor in small ones, neither in important things, nor in insignificant ones; never give up, unless it contradicts honor and common sense. Never give in to force, never give in even to a power that seems overwhelming." And she did not give in. She put all his documents in order and published his entire inheritance. Then she quietly left for him, having fulfilled her mission. To the one she loved so deeply. And who, even after death, answered her, supported her and showed her how to live on...