ELDER: He doesn’t take the money for himself, you little silly. He needs it for us, for our needs: for the officials, for the army, for education– for our own good.
GRUSHKA: What good does it do us if you take our cow? That doesn’t do us any good.
ELDER: You’ll understand when you grow up. Mind you tell your mother what I’ve said.
GRUSHKA: I’m not going to tell her such rubbish. If you and the Tsar need anything, do it for yourselves, and we’ll do what we need for ourselves.
ELDER: Ah, when she grows up this girl will be rank poison!

Leo Tolstoy, “Taxes.” From “The Wisdom of Children.”