Yashka · Part III · Chapter 15 (3/3)

Here was my country drifting towards an abyss. I could see it sliding down, down, down.⁠ ⁠… And here were the heads of the Government powerless, helpless, clinging hopelessly to the doomed ship, despairing of salvation, abandoned, forlorn, stricken.⁠ ⁠…

“God only knows the future⁠—shall we ever meet again?” I asked the two men in a stifled voice, as I bade them farewell.

Kerensky, livid, motionless, answered in a hoarse whisper:

“Hardly.”