That is what Abramtzig tells. And Moshetzig's and Dvairke's eyes are burning. They envy their brother because he knows everything. He knows everything, even to what goes on in the heavens. Abramtzig swears that twice a year, on the nights of "_Hashono Rabo_" and "_Shevuous_," the sky opens. It is true he himself never saw the sky opening, because there is no sky near them. But his comrades saw it. They swore--may they see all that is good!--And they would not swear to a lie. How can one swear to a lie? It's a pity they have no sky in their street, only a long, narrow blue stripe, like a long, narrow blue ribbon. What can one see in such a tiny scrap of sky, beyond a few stars and the reflection of the moon? In order to prove to his little sister and brother that the sky opens, Abramtzig goes over to his mother, and pulls her by the skirt. "Mother, is it true that in the very middle of '_Shevuous_' night the sky opens?" "I will open your head for you." When he got no satisfaction from his mother, Abramtzig waited for his father, who had gone off to the market with a treasure of boxes. "Children, guess what present father will bring us from the market," said Abramtzig. And the children tried to guess what their father would bring them from the market. They counted on their fingers everything that was in the market--everything that an eye could see, and a heart desire--cakes and buns and sweets. But no one guessed aright. And I am afraid you will not guess aright either. Peisa the box-maker brought from the market this time neither cakes, nor buns nor sweets. He brought the children grass--curious, long, sweet-smelling grass. And all three children gathered around their father. "Father, what is it--that?" "It is grass." "What is grass?" "It is a bunch of greens for '_Shevuous_.' Jews need grass for '_Shevuous_.'" "Where do they get it, father?" "Where do they get it? H'm! They buy it. They buy it in the market," said their father. And he strewed the green, sweet-smelling grass over the freshly-swept floor. And he was delighted; it was green and smelt sweet. He said to the mother gaily, as is his way: "Pessa, good '_Yom-tov_' to you!" "Good luck! A new thing! The young devils will now have something to make a mess with," replied the mother, crossly, as is her way. And she gave one of the children a smack, the second a dig in the ribs, and the third a twist of the ear. She is never satisfied, always cross, and always sour, exactly the opposite of father. The three pretty heads looked at the mother, and at the father, and at one another. The moment their parents turned away, they threw themselves on the floor, and put their faces to the sweet-smelling grass. They kissed it--the green grass that Jews need for "_Shevuous_" and which is sold at the market. Everything is to be found at the market, even greens. The father buys everything. Jews want everything, even greens--even greens. Greens for "Shevuous"