Tales-non-tales: Like an ant hurried home. — Dear, quicker! - asks the Ant
Ant climbed a birch. He climbed to the top, looked down, and there, on the ground, his native anthill is barely visible.
The ant sat down on a leaf and thought:
"I'll rest a little - and down."
After all, the ants are strict: only the sun is setting, - everyone is running home. The sun will set - the ants will close all the moves and exits - and sleep. And whoever is late, at least spend the night on the street.
The sun was already going down towards the forest.
An ant sits on a leaf and thinks:
"Nothing, I'll be in time: downstairs, after all, rather."
And the leaf was bad: yellow, dry. The wind blew and tore it off the branch. A leaf rushes through the forest, across the river, through the village.
Ant flies on a leaf, sways - a little alive from fear. The wind carried the leaf to the meadow outside the village, and there it was thrown. A leaf fell on a stone, Ant knocked his legs off. Lies and thinks:
“My head is gone. I can't get home now. The place is flat. If I were healthy, I would have run right away, but the trouble is: my legs hurt. It's a shame, even bite the earth.
The Ant looks: the Caterpillar-Surveyor lies nearby. Worm-worm, only in front - legs and behind - legs.
Ant says to Surveyor:
Surveyor, Surveyor, carry me home. My legs hurt.
- Aren't you going to bite?
- I won't bite.
- Well, sit down, I'll give you a lift.
Ant climbed onto the Surveyor's back. He bent over in an arc, put his hind legs to the front, tail to his head. Then he suddenly stood up to his full height, and just lay down on the ground with a stick. He measured on the ground how much he was tall, and again curled up in an arc. And so he went, and so he went to measure the earth. The ant flies to the ground, then to the sky, then upside down, then up.
- I can't do it anymore! - shouts. - Stop! And then I bite!
The surveyor stopped, stretched out on the ground. Ant tears, barely caught his breath.
He looked around, sees: a meadow ahead, mowed grass lies on the meadow.
And across the meadow the Spider-Haymaker walks: legs like stilts, between the legs the head sways.
- Spider, and Spider, take me home! My legs hurt.
- Well, sit down, I'll give you a lift.
The Ant had to climb up the spider leg up to the knee, and from the knee down to go down to the Spider on the back: the knees of the Harvester stick out above the back.
Spider began to rearrange his stilts - one leg here, the other there; all eight legs, like knitting needles, flashed in Ant's eyes. And the Spider does not go quickly, striking the ground with its belly. Ant is tired of such a ride. He almost bit the Spider. Yes, here, fortunately, they came out on a smooth path.
The Spider stopped.
“Get down,” he says. - Here is the Ground beetle running, it is faster than me.
Tears Ant.
- Beetle, Beetle, take me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit down, I'll ride.
As soon as the Ant had time to climb on the back of the Beetle, she would start running! Her legs are straight, like a horse.
A six-legged horse is running, running, not shaking, as if flying through the air.
In an instant they rushed to the potato field.
“Now get off,” says Ground Beetle. - Do not jump on potato ridges with my legs. Take another horse.
I had to get down.
Potato tops for the Ant is a dense forest. Here and with healthy legs - run all day. And the sun is low.
Suddenly Ant hears: someone is squeaking.
- Well, Ant, climb on my back, let's jump. The Ant turned around - the Flea Bug is standing next to it, it can be seen a little from the ground.
- Yes, you are small! You can't lift me.
- You're big! Lie down, I say.
Somehow the Ant fit on Flea's back. Just put the legs on.
- Well, get in.
- Get in, hold on.
The flea has picked up his thick hind legs under him—and he has them like folding springs—yes, click! straightened them out. Look, he's sitting on the bed. Click! - another. Click! - on third.
So the whole garden snapped off to the very fence.
Ant asks:
- Can you get over the fence?
- I can’t go through the fence: it’s very high. You ask the Grasshopper: he can.
- Grasshopper, Grasshopper, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit on the back.
The Ant sat on the Grasshopper on the scruff of the neck.
Grasshopper folded his long hind legs in half, then straightened them at once and jumped high into the air like a flea. But then, with a crack, the wings unfolded behind him, carried the Grasshopper over the fence and quietly lowered him to the ground.
- Stop! said the Grasshopper. - We've arrived.
The ant looks ahead, and there is a river: swim along it for a year - you won’t swim across.
And the sun is even lower.
Grasshopper says:
“I can’t even jump across the river. It's very wide. Stop I’ll call the water strider: there will be a carrier for you.
It crackled in its own way, lo and behold, a boat on legs was running on the water.
I ran up. No, not a boat, but a Water Strider-Bug.
- Water strider, Water strider, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- All right, sit down, I'll move it.
Village Ant. The water strider jumped up and walked across the water as if on dry land. And the sun is very low.
— Dear, quicker! - asks the Ant. “They won’t let me go home.
“It could be better,” says the Water strider.
Yes, how to let it go! It pushes off, pushes off with its legs and rolls and slides on the water, as if on ice. I found myself alive on that shore.
- Can't you land on the ground? Ant asks.
- It is difficult for me on the ground, my feet do not slip. Yes, and look: there is a forest ahead. Find yourself another horse.
The Ant looked ahead and sees: there is a high forest above the river, up to the sky. And the sun was already behind him. No, don't get Ant home!
“Look,” says the Water strider, “there’s a horse crawling for you.”
The Ant sees: the May Khrushch crawls past - a heavy beetle, a clumsy beetle.
How far can you go on such a horse? All the same, he obeyed the water meter.
Khrushch, Khrushch, take me home. My legs hurt.
- And where did you live?
- In an anthill behind the forest.
- Far away ... Well, what should I do with you? Sit down, I'll take you.
Ant climbed along the hard beetle side.
- Sat, right?
- Where did you sit?
- On the back.
- Oh, stupid! Get on your head.
The Ant climbed on the Beetle's head.
And it’s good that he didn’t stay on his back: the Beetle broke his back in two, lifted two hard wings. The wings of the Beetle are like two inverted troughs, and from under them other wings climb, unfold: thin, transparent, wider and longer than the upper ones.
The Beetle began to puff, puff up: “Ugh, ph, ph!” It's like the engine is starting.
“Uncle,” the Ant asks, “hurry up!” Dear, live!
Beetle does not answer, only puffs: “Ugh, ph, ph!”
Suddenly thin wings fluttered, earned.
— Zhzhzh! Knock-knock-knock! .. - Khrushch rose into the air. Like a cork, it was thrown up by the wind - above the forest.
The ant sees from above: the sun has already touched the edge of the earth.
As Khrushch rushed off, the Ant even took his breath away.
“Zhzhzh! Knock-Knock!" - the Beetle rushes, drills the air like a bullet.
A forest flashed under him - and disappeared. And here is a familiar birch, and an anthill under it. Above the very top of the birch, Zhuk turned off the engine and - slap! - sat on a bough.
- Uncle, dear! Ant pleaded. - How about me downstairs? My legs hurt, I'll break my neck.
Folded beetle thin wings along the back. Covered with hard troughs from above. The tips of thin wings were carefully removed under the trough.
thought and said:
“I don’t know how to get downstairs.” I won’t fly to the anthill: it’s very painful for you, ants, to bite. Get yourself, as you know.
The Ant looked down, and there, under the very birch, was his home.
He looked at the sun: the sun had already sunk into the earth up to his waist.
He looked around him: branches and leaves, leaves and branches. Do not get the Ant home, even throw yourself upside down!
Suddenly he sees: next to the leaf, the Caterpillar-Leaflet is sitting, pulling a silk thread from itself, pulling and winding it on a knot.
- Caterpillar, Caterpillar, take me home! The last minute left for me - they won’t let me go home to spend the night.
— Get off! You see, I'm doing business: I'm spinning yarn.
- Everyone felt sorry for me, no one drove me, you are the first!
Ant could not resist, rushed at her and how he bites!
In fright, the Caterpillar folded its paws and somersaulted from the leaf - and flew down.
And the Ant is hanging on it - he grabbed it tightly. Only for a short time they fell: something from above them - twitch!
And they both swayed on a silk thread: the thread was wound around a knot.
The Ant is swinging on the Leaf Roller, as if on a swing. And the thread is getting longer, longer, longer: it winds out of the Leaf Roller's belly, stretches, does not break.
The ant and the Leaf Roller are lower, lower, lower.
And below, in the anthill, the ants are busy, in a hurry, the entrances and exits are closed.
All closed - one, the last, the entrance remained. Ant from the Caterpillar somersault - and home!
Here the sun has set.
Fairy tale How the ant hurried home Bianchi to read
Ant climbed a birch. He climbed to the top, looked down, and there, on the ground, his native anthill is barely visible.
The ant sat down on a leaf and thought:
"I'll rest a little - and down."
After all, the ants are strict: only the sun is setting, - everyone is running home. The sun will set, - the ants will close all the moves and exits - and sleep. And whoever is late, at least spend the night on the street.
The sun was already going down towards the forest.
An ant sits on a leaf and thinks:
"Nothing, I'll be in time: downstairs, after all, rather."
And the leaf was bad: yellow, dry. The wind blew and tore it off the branch.
A leaf rushes through the forest, across the river, through the village.
Ant flies on a leaf, sways - a little alive with fear.
The wind brought the leaf to the meadow outside the village, and there he threw it. A leaf fell on a stone, Ant knocked his legs off.
Lies and thinks:
“My head is gone. I can't get home now. The place is flat. If I were healthy, I would have run right away, but the trouble is: my legs hurt. It's a shame, even bite the earth.
The Ant looks: the Caterpillar-Surveyor lies nearby. Worm-worm, only in front - legs and behind - legs.
Ant says to Surveyor:
- Surveyor, surveyor, carry me home. My legs hurt.
- Aren't you going to bite?
- I won't bite.
- Well, sit down, I'll give you a lift.
Ant climbed onto the Surveyor's back. He bent over in an arc, put his hind legs to the front, tail to his head. Then he suddenly stood up to his full height, and just lay down on the ground with a stick. He measured on the ground how much he was tall, and again curled up in an arc. And so he went, and so he went to measure the earth. The ant flies to the ground, then to the sky, then upside down, then up.
- I can't do it anymore! - screams. - Stop! And then I bite!
The surveyor stopped, stretched out on the ground. Ant of tears
barely breathed.
He looked around, sees: a meadow ahead, mowed grass lies on the meadow. And across the meadow the Spider-Haymaker walks: legs like stilts, between the legs the head sways.
- Spider, and Spider, take me home! My legs hurt.
- Well, sit down, I'll give you a lift.
The Ant had to climb up the spider leg up to the knee, and from the knee down to go down to the Spider on the back: the knees of the Harvester stick out above the back.
The Spider began to rearrange his stilts - one leg here, the other there; all eight legs, like knitting needles, flashed in Ant's eyes. And the Spider does not go quickly, striking the ground with its belly. Ant is tired of such a ride. He almost bit the Spider. Yes, here, fortunately, they came out on a smooth path.
The Spider stopped.
“Get down,” he says. - Here the Ground beetle runs, it is faster than me. Tears Ant.
- Beetle, Beetle, take me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit down, I'll ride.
As soon as the Ant had time to climb on the back of the Beetle, she would start running! Her legs are straight, like a horse.
A six-legged horse is running, running, not shaking, as if flying through the air.
In an instant they rushed to the potato field.
"Now get off," says Ground Beetle. - Do not jump on potato ridges with my legs. Take another horse.
I had to get down.
Potato tops for Ants - a dense forest. Here and with healthy legs - run all day. And the sun is low.
Suddenly Ant hears, someone squeaks:
- Well, Ant, climb on my back, let's jump. The Ant turned around - the Bug-Flea is standing next to it, a little
visible from the ground.
- Yes, you're small! You can't lift me.
- You're big! Lie down, I say.
Somehow the Ant fit on the back of Fleashak. Just put the legs on.
- Get in?
- Come on in.
- Get in, hold on.
The little flea picked up his thick hind legs under him - and he has them like folding springs - yes click! straightened them out. Look, he's sitting on the bed. Click! - another. Click! - on third.
So the whole garden snapped off to the very fence.
Ant asks:
Can you get over the fence?
- I can’t go through the fence: it’s very high. You ask the Grasshopper: he can.
- Grasshopper, Grasshopper, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit on the back of your neck.
The Ant sat on the Grasshopper on the scruff of the neck.
The Grasshopper folded its long hind legs in half, then immediately straightened them and jumped high into the air, like a flea. But then, with a crack, the wings unfolded behind him, carried the Grasshopper over the fence and quietly lowered him to the ground.
- Stop! - said the Grasshopper. - We've arrived.
The ant looks ahead, and there is a river: swim along it for a year - you won’t swim across.
And the sun is even lower.
Grasshopper says:
- I can't jump across the river. It's very wide. Wait, I'll call the Water Strider: there will be a carrier for you.
He crackled in his own way, looking - a boat on legs is running on the water. I ran up. No, not a boat, but a Water Strider-Bug.
- Water meter, Water meter, take me home! My legs hurt.
- All right, sit down, I'll move it.
Village Ant. The water strider jumped up and walked across the water as if on dry land. And the sun is very low.
- Darling, hello! - asks Ant. - They won't let me go home.
“It could be better,” says Vodometer.
Yes, how to let it go! It pushes off, pushes off with its legs and rolls and slides on the water, as if on ice. I found myself alive on that shore.
- Can't you land on the ground? - asks - Ant.
- It is difficult for me on the ground, my feet do not slip. Yes, and look: there is a forest ahead. Find yourself another horse.
The Ant looked ahead and sees: there is a high forest above the river, up to the sky. And the sun was already behind him. No, don't get Ant home!
- Look, - says the Water strider, - here's a horse crawling for you.
The Ant sees: the May Khrushch crawls past - heavy
beetle, clumsy beetle. How far can you go on such a horse? Still, he obeyed the water meter.
- Khrushch, Khrushch, carry me home. My legs hurt.
And where did you live?
- In the anthill behind the forest, the ant flies on May Khrushch
- Far away ... Well, what to do with you? Sit down, I'll take you.
Ant climbed along the hard beetle side.
- Sat, right?
- Sat.
- Where did you sit?
- On the back.
- Oh, stupid! Get on your head.
The Ant climbed on the Beetle's head. And it’s good that he didn’t stay on his back: the Beetle broke his back in two, lifted two hard wings. The wings of the Beetle are like two inverted troughs, and from under them other wings climb, unfold: thin, transparent, wider and longer than the upper ones.
The Beetle began to puff, puff up: “Ugh, ph, ph!” It's like the engine is starting.
- Uncle, - the Ant asks, - hurry up! Dear, live!
Beetle does not answer, only puffs:
"Oof, oof, oof!"
Suddenly thin wings fluttered, earned. “Zhzhzh! Knock-knock-knock! .. ”- Khrushch rose into the air. Like a cork, it was thrown up by the wind - above the forest.
The ant sees from above: the sun has already touched the edge of the earth.
As Khrushchev rushed off, the Ant even took his breath away.
“Zhzhzh! Knock-Knock!" - the Beetle rushes, drills the air like a bullet.
A forest flashed under him - and disappeared.
And here is a familiar birch, and an anthill under it.
Above the very top of the birch, Zhuk turned off the engine and - slap! - sat on a bough.
- Uncle, dear! - Ant pleaded. - How about me downstairs? My legs hurt, I'll break my neck.
Folded beetle thin wings along the back. Covered with hard troughs from above. The tips of thin wings were carefully removed under the trough.
thought and said:
- How do you get down - I do not know. I won’t fly to the anthill: it’s very painful for you, ants, to bite. Get yourself, as you know.
Ant looked down, and there, under the very birch, his home.
He looked at the sun: the sun had already sunk into the earth up to his waist.
He looked around him: branches and leaves, leaves and branches.
Do not get the Ant home, even throw yourself upside down! Suddenly he sees: next to the leaf, the Leaf Roller Caterpillar is sitting, pulling a silk thread from itself, pulling and winding it on a knot.
- Caterpillar, Caterpillar, let me go home! The last minute left for me - they won’t let me go home to spend the night. ant ant
- Get off! You see, I'm doing business: I'm spinning yarn.
- Everyone felt sorry for me, no one drove me, you are the first!
Ant could not resist, rushed at her and how he bites!
In fright, the Caterpillar folded its legs and somersaulted from the leaf - and flew down.
And the Ant is hanging on it - he grabbed it tightly. Only for a short time they fell: something from above them - twitch!
And they both swayed on a silk thread: the thread was wound around a knot.
The Ant is swinging on the Leaf Roller, as if on a swing. And the thread is getting longer, longer, longer: it winds out of the Leaf Roller's belly, stretches, does not break. The ant and the Leaf Roller are lower, lower, lower.
And below, in the anthill, the ants are busy, in a hurry, the entrances and exits are closed.
All closed - one, the last, the entrance remained. Ant from the Caterpillar somersault - and home!
Here the sun has set.
Ant climbed a birch. He climbed to the top, looked down, and there, on the ground, his native anthill is barely visible.
The ant sat down on a leaf and thought:
"I'll rest a little - and down."
After all, the ants are strict: only the sun is setting, - everyone is running home. The sun will set, - the ants will close all the moves and exits - and sleep. And whoever is late, at least spend the night on the street.
The sun was already going down towards the forest.
An ant sits on a leaf and thinks:
"Nothing, I'll be in time: downstairs, after all, rather."
And the leaf was bad: yellow, dry. The wind blew and tore it off the branch.
A leaf rushes through the forest, across the river, through the village.
Ant flies on a leaf, sways - a little alive with fear.
The wind brought the leaf to the meadow outside the village, and there he threw it. A leaf fell on a stone, Ant knocked his legs off.
Lies and thinks:
“My head is gone. I can't get home now. The place is flat. If I were healthy, I would have run right away, but the trouble is: my legs hurt. It's a shame, even bite the earth.
The Ant looks: the Caterpillar-Surveyor lies nearby. Worm-worm, only in front - legs and behind - legs.
Ant says to Surveyor:
Surveyor, Surveyor, carry me home. My legs hurt.
And won't you bite?
I won't bite.
So sit down, I'll take you.
Ant climbed onto the Surveyor's back. He bent over in an arc, put his hind legs to the front, tail to his head. Then he suddenly stood up to his full height, and just lay down on the ground with a stick. He measured on the ground how much he was tall, and again curled up in an arc. And so he went, and so he went to measure the earth. The ant flies to the ground, then to the sky, then upside down, then up.
I can't anymore! - screams. - Stop! And then I bite!
The surveyor stopped, stretched out on the ground. Ant of tears
barely breathed.
He looked around, sees: a meadow ahead, mowed grass lies on the meadow. And across the meadow the Spider-Haymaker walks: legs like stilts, between the legs the head sways.
Spider, Spider, take me home! My legs hurt.
Well, sit down, I'll give you a lift.
The Ant had to climb up the spider leg up to the knee, and from the knee down to go down to the Spider on the back: the knees of the Harvester stick out above the back.
The Spider began to rearrange his stilts - one leg here, the other there; all eight legs, like knitting needles, flashed in Ant's eyes. And the Spider does not go quickly, striking the ground with its belly. Ant is tired of such a ride. He almost bit the Spider. Yes, here, fortunately, they came out on a smooth path.
The Spider stopped.
Get down, he says. - Here the Ground beetle runs, it is faster than me. Tears Ant.
Beetle, Beetle, take me home! My legs hurt.
Sit down, I'll ride.
As soon as the Ant had time to climb on the back of the Beetle, she would start running! Her legs are straight, like a horse.
A six-legged horse is running, running, not shaking, as if flying through the air.
In an instant they rushed to the potato field.
Now get off, says Ground Beetle. - Do not jump on potato ridges with my legs. Take another horse.
I had to get down.
Potato tops for Ants - a dense forest. Here and with healthy legs - run all day. And the sun is low.
Suddenly Ant hears, someone squeaks:
Well, Ant, climb on my back, let's jump. The Ant turned around - the Bug-Flea is standing next to it, a little
visible from the ground.
Yes, you are small! You can't lift me.
And you are big! Lie down, I say.
Somehow the Ant fit on the back of Fleashak. Just put the legs on.
Well, get in.
Get in, hold on.
The little flea picked up his thick hind legs under him - and he has them like folding springs - yes click! straightened them out. Look, he's sitting on the bed. Click! - another. Click! - on third.
So the whole garden snapped off to the very fence.
Ant asks:
Can you get over the fence?
I can't go through the fence: it's very high. You ask the Grasshopper: he can.
Grasshopper, Grasshopper, take me home! My legs hurt.
Sit on the back.
The Ant sat on the Grasshopper on the scruff of the neck.
Grasshopper folded his long hind legs in half, then straightened them at once and jumped high into the air like a flea. But then, with a crack, the wings unfolded behind him, carried the Grasshopper over the fence and quietly lowered him to the ground.
Stop! - said the Grasshopper. - We've arrived.
The ant looks ahead, and there is a river: swim along it for a year - you won’t swim across.
And the sun is even lower.
Grasshopper says:
I can't jump across the river. It's very wide. Wait, I'll call the Water Strider: there will be a carrier for you.
He crackled in his own way, looking - a boat on legs is running on the water. I ran up. No, not a boat, but a Water Strider-Bug.
Water meter, Water meter, take me home! My legs hurt.
Okay, sit down, I'll move.
Village Ant. The water strider jumped up and walked across the water as if on dry land. And the sun is very low.
Sweetie, hello! - asks Ant. - They won't let me go home.
You can do it better, - says Vodometer.
Yes, how to let it go! It pushes off, pushes off with its legs and rolls and slides on the water, as if on ice. I found myself alive on that shore.
Can't you land on the ground? - asks - Ant.
It is difficult for me on the ground, my feet do not slip. Yes, and look: there is a forest ahead. Find yourself another horse.
The Ant looked ahead and sees: there is a high forest above the river, up to the sky. And the sun was already behind him. No, don't get Ant home!
Look, - says the Water strider, - here's a horse crawling for you.
The Ant sees: the May Khrushch crawls past - heavy
beetle, clumsy beetle. How far can you go on such a horse? Still, he obeyed the water meter.
Khrushch, Khrushch, take me home. My legs hurt.
And where did you live?
In an anthill behind the forest.
Far away ... Well, what to do with you? Sit down, I'll take you.
Ant climbed along the hard beetle side.
Sat, right?
And where did he sit?
On the back.
Eh, stupid! Get on your head.
The Ant climbed on the Beetle's head. And it’s good that he didn’t stay on his back: the Beetle broke his back in two, lifted two hard wings. The wings of the Beetle are like two inverted troughs, and from under them other wings climb, unfold: thin, transparent, wider and longer than the upper ones.
The Beetle began to puff, puff up: “Ugh, ph, ph!” It's like the engine is starting.
Uncle, - the Ant asks, - hurry up! Dear, live!
Beetle does not answer, only puffs:
"Oof, oof, oof!"
Suddenly thin wings fluttered, earned. “Zhzhzh! Knock-knock-knock! .. ”- Khrushch rose into the air. Like a cork, it was thrown up by the wind - above the forest.
The ant sees from above: the sun has already touched the edge of the earth.
As Khrushchev rushed off, the Ant even took his breath away.
“Zhzhzh! Knock-Knock!" - the Beetle rushes, drills the air like a bullet.
A forest flashed under him - and disappeared.
And here is a familiar birch, and an anthill under it.
Above the very top of the birch, Zhuk turned off the engine and - slap! - sat on a bough.
Uncle, dear! - Ant pleaded. - How about me downstairs? My legs hurt, I'll break my neck.
Folded beetle thin wings along the back. Covered with hard troughs from above. The tips of thin wings were carefully removed under the trough.
thought and said:
And I don't know how to get downstairs. I won’t fly to the anthill: it’s very painful for you, ants, to bite. Get yourself, as you know.
Ant looked down, and there, under the very birch, his home.
He looked at the sun: the sun had already sunk into the earth up to his waist.
He looked around him: branches and leaves, leaves and branches.
Do not get the Ant home, even throw yourself upside down! Suddenly he sees: next to the leaf, the Leaf Roller Caterpillar is sitting, pulling a silk thread from itself, pulling and winding it on a knot.
Caterpillar, Caterpillar, take me home! The last minute I have left - they will not let me go home to spend the night.
Leave me alone! You see, I'm doing business: I'm spinning yarn.
Everyone felt sorry for me, no one drove me, you are the first!
Ant could not resist, rushed at her and how he bites!
In fright, the Caterpillar folded its legs and somersaulted from the leaf - and flew down.
And the Ant is hanging on it - he grabbed it tightly. Only for a short time they fell: something from above them - twitch!
And they both swayed on a silk thread: the thread was wound around a knot.
The Ant is swinging on the Leaf Roller, as if on a swing. And the thread is getting longer, longer, longer: it winds out of the Leaf Roller's belly, stretches, does not break. The ant and the Leaf Roller are lower, lower, lower. 
And below, in the anthill, the ants are busy, in a hurry, the entrances and exits are closed.
All closed - one, the last, the entrance remained. Ant from the Caterpillar somersault - and home!
Here the sun has set.
Illustrations: E. Nazarov
Ant climbed a birch. He climbed to the top, looked down, and there, on the ground, his native anthill is barely visible.
The ant sat on a piece of paper and thought: "I'll rest a little - and go down."
After all, the ants are strict: only the sun is setting, - everyone is running home. The sun will set - and the ants will close all the moves and exits - and sleep. And whoever is late, at least spend the night on the street.
The sun was already going down towards the forest.
An ant sits on a piece of paper and thinks: "Nothing, I'll be in time: it's faster to go down."
And the leaf was bad: yellow, dry. The wind blew and tore it off the branch.
A leaf rushes through the forest, across the river, through the village.
Ant flies on a leaf, sways - a little alive with fear. The wind brought the leaf to the meadow outside the village and threw it there. A leaf fell on a stone, Ant knocked his legs off.
He lies and thinks: “My little head is gone. I can’t get to the house now. The place is flat all around. If I were healthy, I would have run right away, but the trouble is: my legs hurt.
The Ant looks: the Caterpillar-Surveyor lies nearby. A worm is a worm, only in front - legs and behind - legs.
Ant says to Surveyor:
- Surveyor, surveyor, carry me home. My legs hurt.
- Aren't you going to bite?
- I won't bite.
- Well, sit down, I'll give you a lift.
Ant climbed onto the Surveyor's back. He bent over in an arc, put his hind legs to the front, tail to his head. Then he suddenly stood up to his full height, and just like that he lay down on the ground with a stick. He measured on the ground how much he was tall, and again curled up in an arc. And so he went, and so he went to measure the earth.
The ant flies to the ground, then to the sky, then upside down, then up.
- I can't do it anymore! - screams. - Stop! And then I bite!
The surveyor stopped, stretched out on the ground. Ant tears, barely caught his breath.
He looked around, sees: a meadow ahead, mowed grass lies on the meadow. And across the meadow the Spider-Haymaker walks: legs like stilts, between the legs the head sways.
- Spider, and Spider, take me home! My legs hurt.
- Well, sit down, I'll give you a lift.
The Ant had to climb up the spider leg up to the knee, and from the knee down to go down to the Spider on the back: the knees of the Harvester stick out above the back.
The Spider began to rearrange his stilts - one leg here, the other there; all eight legs, like knitting needles, flashed in Ant's eyes. And the Spider does not go quickly, striking the ground with its belly. Ant is tired of such a ride. He almost bit the Spider. Yes, here, fortunately, they came out on a smooth path.
The Spider stopped.
“Get down,” he says. - There is the Ground beetle running, it is faster than me.
Tears Ant.
- Beetle, Beetle, take me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit down, I'll ride.
As soon as the Ant had time to climb on the back of the Beetle, she would start running! Her legs are as straight as a horse's.
A six-legged horse is running, running, not shaking, as if flying through the air.
In an instant they rushed to the potato field.
"Now get off," says Ground Beetle. - Do not jump on potato ridges with my legs. Take another horse.
I had to get down.
Potato tops for Ants - a dense forest. Here and with healthy legs - run all day. And the sun is low.
Suddenly Ant hears, someone squeaks:
- Well, Ant, climb on my back, let's jump.
The Ant turned around - the Flea Bug is standing nearby, it can be seen a little from the ground.
- Yes, you're small! You can't lift me.
- You're big! Lie down, I say.
Somehow the Ant fit on the back of the Flea. Just put the legs on.
- Get in?
- Well, get in.
- Get in, hold on.
The little flea picked up his thick hind legs under him - and he has them like springs, folding - yes click! straightened them out. Look, he's sitting on the bed. Click! - another. Click! - on third.
So the whole garden snapped off to the very fence.
Ant asks:
- Can you get over the fence?
- I can’t go through the fence: it’s very high. You ask the Grasshopper: he can.
- Grasshopper, Grasshopper, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit on the back of your neck.
The Ant sat on the Grasshopper on the scruff of the neck.
The Grasshopper folded its long hind legs in half, then immediately straightened them and jumped high into the air, like a flea. But then, with a crack, the wings unfolded behind him, carried the Grasshopper over the fence and quietly lowered him to the ground.
- Stop! - said the Grasshopper. - We've arrived.
The ant looks ahead, and there is a wide river: swim along it for a year - you won’t swim across.
And the sun is even lower.
Grasshopper says:
- I can't even jump across the river: it's too wide. Wait, I'll call the Water Strider: there will be a carrier for you.
He crackled in his own way, looking - a boat on legs is running on the water.
I ran up. No, not a boat, but a Water Strider-Bug.
- Water meter, Water meter, take me home! My legs hurt.
- All right, sit down, I'll move it.
Village Ant. The water strider jumped up and walked across the water as if on dry land.
And the sun is very low.
- Darling, hello! - asks Ant. - They won't let me go home.
“It could be better,” says Vodometer.
Yes, how to let it go! It pushes off, pushes off with its legs and rolls and slides on the water, as if on ice. I found myself alive on that shore.
- Can't you land on the ground? - asks Ant.
- It is difficult for me on the ground, my feet do not slip. Yes, and look: there is a forest ahead. Find yourself another horse.
The Ant looked ahead and sees: there is a high forest above the river, up to the sky. And the sun was already behind him. No, don't get Ant, go home!
- Look, - says the Water strider, - here's a horse crawling for you.
The Ant sees: the May Khrushch crawls past - a heavy beetle, a clumsy beetle. How far can you go on such a horse?
Still, he obeyed the water meter.
- Khrushch, Khrushch, take me home! My legs hurt.
- And where did you live?
- In the anthill behind the forest.
- Far away ... well, what to do with you? Sit down, I'll take you.
Ant climbed along the hard beetle side.
- Sat, right?
- Sat.
- Where did you sit?
- On the back.
- Oh, stupid! Get on your head.
The Ant climbed on the Beetle's head. And it’s good that he didn’t stay on his back: the Beetle broke his back in two, lifted two hard wings. The wings of the Beetle are like two inverted troughs, and from under them other wings climb, unfold: thin, transparent, wider and longer than the upper ones.
Beetle began to puff, inflate: "Ugh! Phew! Phew!"
It's like the engine is starting.
- Uncle, - the Ant asks, - hurry up! Dear, live!
Beetle does not answer, only puffs: "Ugh! Phew! Phew!"
Suddenly thin wings fluttered, earned. "Zhzhzh! Knock-knock-knock! .." - Khrushch rose into the air. Like a cork, it was thrown up by the wind - above the forest.
The ant sees from above: the sun has already touched the edge of the earth.
As Khrushchev rushed off, the Ant even took his breath away.
"Zhzhzh! Knock-knock-knock!" - the Beetle rushes, drills the air like a bullet.
A forest flashed under him - and disappeared.
And here is a familiar birch, and an anthill under it.
Above the very top of the birch, Zhuk turned off the engine and - slap! - sat on a bough.
- Uncle, dear! - Ant pleaded.
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Ant climbed a birch. He climbed to the top, looked down, and there, on the ground, his native anthill is barely visible.
The ant sat down on a leaf and thought:
"I'll rest a little - and down."
After all, the Ants are strict: only the sun is setting - everyone is running home. The sun will set - the ants will close all the moves and exits - and sleep. And whoever is late, at least spend the night on the street.
The sun was already going down towards the forest.
An ant sits on a leaf and thinks:
"Nothing, I'll be in time: downstairs, after all, rather."
And the leaf was bad: yellow, dry. The wind blew and tore it off the branch.
A leaf rushes through the forest, across the river, through the village.
Ant flies on a leaf, sways - a little alive from fear.
The wind brought the leaf to the meadow outside the village, and there he threw it. The leaf fell on the stone. The ant knocked off its own legs.
Lies and thinks:
“My head is gone. I can't get home now. The place is flat. If I were healthy, I would have run right away, but the trouble is: my legs hurt. It's a shame, even bite the earth.
The Ant looks: the Caterpillar-Surveyor lies nearby. Worm-worm, only in front - legs and behind - legs.
Ant says to Surveyor:
Surveyor, Surveyor, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Aren't you going to bite?
- I won't bite.
- Well, sit down, I'll give you a lift.
Ant climbed onto the Surveyor's back. He bent over in an arc, put his hind legs to the front, tail to his head. Then he suddenly stood up to his full height, and just lay down on the ground with a stick. He measured on the ground how much he was tall, and again curled up in an arc. And so he went, and so he went to measure the earth. The ant flies to the ground, then to the sky, then upside down, then up.
- I can't do it anymore! - shouts. - Stop! And then I bite!
The surveyor stopped, stretched out on the ground. Ant tears, barely caught his breath.
He looked around, sees: a meadow ahead, mowed grass lies on the meadow. And across the meadow the Spider-Haymaker walks: legs like stilts, between the legs the head sways.
- Spider, and Spider, take me home! My legs hurt.
- Well, sit down, I'll give you a lift.
The Ant had to climb up the spider leg up to the knee, and from the knee down to go down to the Spider on the back: the knees of the Harvester stick out above the back.
Spider began to rearrange his stilts - one leg here, the other there; all eight legs, like knitting needles, flashed in Ant's eyes. And the Spider does not go quickly, striking the ground with its belly. Ant is tired of such a ride. He almost bit the Spider. Yes, here, fortunately, they came out on a smooth path.
The Spider stopped.
“Get down,” he says. - Here is the Ground beetle running, it is faster than me.
Tears Ant.
- Beetle, Beetle, take me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit down, I'll ride.
As soon as the Ant had time to climb on the back of the Beetle, she would start running! Her legs are straight, like a horse.
A six-legged horse is running, running, not shaking, as if flying through the air.
In an instant they rushed to the potato field.
“Now get off,” says Ground Beetle. - Do not jump on potato ridges with my legs. Take another horse.
I had to get down.
Potato tops for the Ant is a dense forest. Here and with healthy legs - run all day. And the sun is low.
Suddenly Ant hears, someone squeaks:
- Well, Ant, climb on my back, let's jump.
The Ant turned around - the Flea Bug is standing next to it, it can be seen a little from the ground.
- Yes, you are small! You can't lift me.
- You're big! Lie down, I say.
Somehow the Ant fit on the back of Fleashak.
Just put the legs on.
- Well, get in.
- Get in, hold on.
The flea has picked up his thick hind legs under him—and he has them like folding springs—yes, click! and straightened them out. Look, he's sitting on the bed. Click! - another. Click! - on third.
So the whole garden snapped off to the very fence.
Ant asks:
- Can you get over the fence?
- I can’t go through the fence: it’s very high. You ask the Grasshopper: he can.
- Grasshopper, Grasshopper, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit on the back.
The Ant sat on the Grasshopper on the scruff of the neck.
Grasshopper folded his long hind legs in half, then straightened them at once and jumped high into the air like a flea. But then, with a crack, the wings unfolded behind him, carried the Grasshopper over the fence and quietly lowered him to the ground.
- Stop! said the Grasshopper. - We've arrived.
The ant looks ahead, and there is a river: swim along it for a year - you won’t swim across.
And the sun is even lower.
Grasshopper says:
“I can’t even jump across the river: it’s too wide. Wait, I'll call the Water Strider: there will be a carrier for you.
It crackled in its own way, lo and behold, a boat on legs was running on the water.
I ran up. No, not a boat, but a Water Strider-Bug.
- Water strider, Water strider, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- All right, sit down, I'll move it.
Village Ant. The water strider jumped up and walked across the water as if on dry land. And the sun is very low.
— Dear, quicker! - asks the Ant. “They won’t let me go home.
“It could be better,” says the Water strider.
Yes, how to let it go! It pushes off, pushes off with its legs and rolls and slides on the water, as if on ice. I found myself alive on that shore.
- Can't you land on the ground? Ant asks.
- It’s hard for me on the ground, my feet don’t slip ... And look, there’s a forest ahead. Find yourself another horse.
The Ant looked ahead and sees: there is a high forest above the river, up to the sky. And the sun was already behind him. No, don't get Ant home!
“Look,” says the Water strider, “there’s a horse crawling for you.” The Ant sees: the May Khrushch crawls past - a heavy beetle, a clumsy beetle.
How far can you go on such a horse?
Still, he obeyed the water meter.
Khrushch, Khrushch, take me home. My legs hurt.
- And where did you live?
- In an anthill behind the forest.
- Far away ... Well, what to do with you? Sit down, I'll take you.
Ant climbed along the hard beetle side.
- Sat, right?
- Where did you sit?
- On the back.
- Oh, stupid! Get on your head.
The Ant climbed on the Beetle's head. And it’s good that he didn’t stay on his back: the Beetle broke his back in two, lifted two hard wings. The wings of the Beetle are like two inverted troughs, and from under them other wings climb, unfold: thin, transparent, wider and longer than the upper ones.
The Beetle began to puff, puff up: “Ugh, ph, ph!” It's like the engine is starting.
“Uncle,” the Ant asks, “hurry up!” Dear, live!
Beetle does not answer, only puffs:
"Oof, oof, oof!"
Suddenly thin wings fluttered, earned. “Zhzhzh! Here-knock-knock! .. ”- Khrushch rose into the air. Like a cork, it was thrown up by the wind - above the forest.
The ant sees from above: the sun has already touched the edge of the earth.
As Khrushch rushed off, the Ant even took his breath away.
“Zhzhzh! Knock-Knock!" - the Beetle rushes, drills the air like a bullet.
A forest flashed under him - and disappeared.
But the birch is familiar, and the anthill under it.
Above the very top of the birch, Zhuk turned off the engine and - slap! - sat on a bough.
- Uncle, dear! Ant pleaded. - How about me downstairs? My legs hurt, I'll break my neck.
Folded beetle thin wings along the back. Covered with hard troughs from above. The tips of thin wings were carefully removed under the trough.
thought and said:
“I don’t know how to get downstairs.” I won’t fly to the anthill: it’s very painful for you, ants, to bite. Get yourself, as you know.
Ant looked down, and there, under the very birch, his home.
He looked at the sun: the sun had already sunk into the earth up to his waist.
He looked around him: branches and leaves, leaves and branches.
Do not get the Ant home, even throw yourself upside down!
Suddenly he sees: next to the sheet, the Leaf Roller Caterpillar is sitting, pulling a silk thread from itself, pulling and winding it on a knot.
- Caterpillar, Caterpillar, take me home! The last minute left for me - they won’t let me go home to spend the night.
— Get off! You see, I'm doing business: I'm spinning yarn.
- Everyone felt sorry for me, no one drove me, you are the first!
Ant could not resist, rushed at her and how he bites!
In fright, the Caterpillar folded its paws and somersaulted from the leaf - and flew down.
And the Ant is hanging on it - he grabbed it tightly. Only for a short time they fell: something from above them - twitch!
And they both swayed on a silk thread: the thread was wound around a knot.
The Ant is swinging on the Leaf Roller, as if on a swing. And the thread is getting longer, longer, longer: it winds out of the Leaf Roller's belly, stretches, does not break.
The ant and the Leaf Roller are lower and lower and lower.
And below, in the anthill, the ants are busy, in a hurry, the entrances and exits are closed.
All closed - one, the last, the entrance remained. Ant from the Caterpillar somersault - and home!
Here the sun has set.
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Reading to your child a story about how an ant got home with adventures, you reveal to him Big world insects. The story shows how the ant, despite the difficulties, sought to get home. Listening to the adventures of an ant, the child associates himself with a small and defenseless insect, comprehends how bad it is to be left alone without the support of his parents, learns to appreciate the care of relatives even more.
