There was only one window, and all three heads were stuck against it. What did they see out of it? A wall. A high, big, grey, wet wall. It was always and ever wet, even in summer. Does the sun ever come here? Surely the sun comes here sometimes, that is to say, not the sun itself, but its reflection. Then there is a holiday. The three beautiful heads press against the little window. They look upwards, very high, and see a narrow blue stripe, like a long blue ribbon. "Do you see, children?" says Abramtzig. He knows. He goes to "_Cheder_." He is learning "_Kometz Aleph_." The "_Cheder_" is not far away, in the next house, that is to say, in the next room. Ah, what stories Abramtzig tells about the "_Cheder_"! He tells how he saw with his own eyes--may he see all that is good!--a big building, with windows from top to bottom. Abramtzig swears that he saw--may he see all that is good!--a chimney--a high chimney from which there came out smoke. Abramtzig tells that he saw with his own eyes--may he see all that is good!--a machine that sewed without hands. Abramtzig tells that he saw with his own eyes--may he see all that is good!--a car that went along without horses. And many more wonderful things Abramtzig tells from the "_Cheder_." And he swears, just as his mother swears--that he may see all that is good. And Moshetzig and Dvairke listen to him and sigh. They envy Abramtzig because he knows everything--everything. For instance, Abramtzig knows that a tree grows. It is true he never saw a tree growing. There are no trees in the street--none. But he knows--he heard it at "_Cheder_"--that fruit grows on a tree, for which reason one makes the blessing--"Who hast created the fruit of the tree." Abramtzig knows--what does he not know?--that potatoes and cucumbers and onions and garlic grow on the ground. And that's why one says the blessing over them--"Who hast created the fruit of the ground." Abramtzig knows everything. Only he does not know how and by what means things grow, because, like the other children, he never saw them. There is no field in their street, no garden, no tree, no grass--nothing--nothing. There are big buildings in their street, grey walls and high chimneys that belch out smoke. Each building has a lot of windows, thousands and thousands of windows, and machines that go without hands. And in the streets there are cars that go without horses. And beyond these, nothing--nothing.