“But under the street
Where nothing can meet
The subway goes rackety, klack!
It can dash and can race,
It can flash and can chase,
For there’s nothing ahead on the track.
“And over the street
Where nothing can meet
Is a wonderful train indeed!
High up the stair
Way up in the air
It goes at remarkable speed.”
BORIS WALKS EVERY WAY IN NEW YORK
Part 1
One morning when Boris was eating his breakfast, he suddenly thought of the wide green country around his old home in Russia. I don’t know what made him think of it. He just did! “Mother,” he said, “I want to see some grass.”
His mother smiled. “Want to go to the Park, Boris?” she asked.
“No, more grass than that even. I want to see it everywhere,” and Boris waved his arms around. “I think I’ll go and find lots and lots of it!”
“I’d like to see lots and lots of grass too, Boris,” smiled his mother. But her eyes were full of tears too! “But I don’t know where you can go in New York and see grass everywhere!”