"But in the morning she began to ask questions about what it was -Motovilikha, and what happened there at night, and she found out that Motovilikha was a factory, a government factory, and that pig iron was made there, and from pig iron... but this no longer held her attention or interested her, and she wondered whether there were special countries called "factories" and who lived there; but these questions she did not ask and, for some reason, intentionally kept to herself.
That morning she left the state of infancy in which she had just been the night before. For the first time in her life she suspected the existence of certain things which a phenomenon keeps for its own use or reveals only to those people who know how to shout and to punish, who smoke and bolt doors. For the first time she, like this new Motovilikha, did not say everything she thought, and the most essential, necessary and perturbing things she kept to herself."
The childhood of Luvers - Boris Pasternak
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