An ant climbed onto a birch tree. He climbed to the top, looked down, and there, on the ground, his native anthill was barely visible.

The ant sat on a leaf and thought:

“I’ll rest a little and then go down.”

The ants are strict: only when the sun sets, everyone runs home. When the sun sets, the ants will close all the passages and exits and go to sleep. And whoever is late can at least spend the night on the street.

The sun was already descending towards the forest.

An ant sits on a piece of paper and thinks:

“It’s okay, I’ll hurry: we’ll go down quickly.”

But the leaf was bad: yellow, dry. The wind blew and tore it off the branch.

The leaf rushes through the forest, across the river, through the village.

An ant flies on a leaf, sways - almost alive from fear.

The wind carried the leaf to a meadow outside the village and dropped it there. The leaf fell on a stone, and the ant knocked off his legs.

He lies and thinks:

“My little head is missing. I can't get home now. The area is flat all around. If I were healthy, I would run straight away, but here’s the problem: my legs hurt. It’s a shame, even if you bite the ground.”

The Ant looks: the Land Surveyor Caterpillar lies nearby. Worm-worm, only in front there are legs and in the back there are legs.

The ant says to the Land 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 ride.

The ant climbed onto the Land Surveyor's back. He bent in an arc, put his hind legs to his front ones, and his tail to his head. Then he suddenly stood up to his full height and lay down on the ground with a stick. He measured on the ground how tall he was, and again hunched himself into an arch. So he went, and so he went to measure the land. The ant flies to the ground, then to the sky, then upside down, then up.

I can't do it anymore! - shouts. - Stop! Otherwise I'll bite you!

The Surveyor stopped and stretched out along the ground. The ant of tears,

I could barely catch my breath.

He looked around and saw: a meadow ahead, mown grass lying in the meadow. And the Haymaker Spider walks across the meadow: his legs are like stilts, his head swings between his legs.

Spider, oh Spider, carry me home! My legs hurt.

Well, sit down, I'll give you a ride.

The Ant had to climb up the spider's leg to the knee, and from the knee down to the Spider's back: the Haymaker's knees stick out higher than his 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. But the Spider does not walk quickly, his belly scratches along the ground. Ant is tired of this kind of riding. 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 is running, she is faster than me. Ant's tears.

Zhuzhelka, Zhuzhelka, carry me home! My legs hurt.

Sit down, I'll give you a ride.

As soon as the Ant managed to climb onto the Ground Beetle's back, she started running! Her legs are straight, like a horse's.

A six-legged horse runs, runs, does not shake, as if flying through the air.

We quickly reached a potato field.

“Now get down,” says the Ground Beetle. - It’s not with my feet to jump on potato beds. Take another horse.

I had to get down.

Potato tops for Ant are a dense forest. Here, even with healthy legs, you can run all day. And the sun is already low.

Suddenly Ant hears someone squeaking:

Come on, Ant, climb on my back and let’s jump. The Ant turned around - the Flea Bug was standing next to him, a little

visible from the ground.

Yes you are small! You can't lift me up.

And you are big! Climb, I say.

Somehow the Ant fit on Flea's back. I just installed the legs.

Well, I got in.

And you got in, so hang in there.

The flea picked up his thick hind legs - and they were like collapsible springs - and click! - straightened them. Look, he's already sitting in the garden. Click! - another. Click! - on third.

So the whole garden was peeled off right up to the fence.

The ant asks:

Can you go through the fence?

I can’t cross the fence: it’s very tall. 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's neck.

The grasshopper folded its long hind legs in half, then straightened them all at once and jumped high into the air, like a flea. But then, with a crash, the wings unfolded behind his back, 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: if you swim along it for a year, you won’t be able to cross it.

And the sun is even lower.

Grasshopper says:

I can’t even jump over the river. It's very wide. Wait a minute, I’ll call Water Strider: there will be a carrier for you.

It crackled in its own way, and lo and behold, a boat on legs was running through the water. She ran up. No, not a boat, but a Water Strider-Bug.

Water meter, Water meter, carry me home! My legs hurt.

Okay, sit down, I'll move you.

Ant sat down. The water meter jumped and walked on the water as if it were dry land. And the sun is very low.

Dear, darling! - asks Ant. - They won’t let me go home.

It could be better, says Vodomer.

Yes, how he will let it go! He pushes off, pushes off with his legs and rolls and glides through the water as if on ice. I quickly found myself on the other side.

Can't you do it on the ground? - asks Ant.

It’s hard for me on the ground, my feet don’t slide. And look: there’s a forest ahead. Look for another horse.

Ant looked forward and saw: there was a tall forest above the river, up to the sky. And the sun had already disappeared behind him. No, Ant won't get home!

Look,” says the Water Meter, “the horse is crawling for you.”

The Ant sees: the May Khrushchev is crawling past - heavy

beetle, clumsy beetle. Can you ride far on such a horse? Still, I listened to the Water Meter.

Khrushchev, Khrushchev, carry me home. My legs hurt.

And where did you live?

In an anthill behind the forest.

Far away... Well, what should we do with you? Sit down, I'll take you there.

Ant climbed up the hard side of the bug.

Sat down, or what?

Where did you sit?

On the back.

Eh, stupid! Get on your head.

The Ant climbed onto the Beetle's head. And it’s good that he didn’t stay on his back: the Beetle broke his back in two, raising two rigid wings. The Beetle's wings are like two inverted troughs, and from under them other wings climb out and unfold: thin, transparent, wider and longer than the top ones.

The Beetle began to puff and pout: “Ugh, uh, uh!” It's like the engine is starting.

Uncle, asks Ant, hurry up! Darling, live up!

The Beetle doesn’t answer, he just puffs:

“Ugh, uh, uh!”

Suddenly the thin wings fluttered and began to work. “Zhzhzh! Knock-knock-knock!..” - Khrushch rose into the air. Like a cork, the wind threw him upward - above the forest.

The ant from above sees: the sun has already touched the ground with its edge.

The way Khrushch ran off took Ant’s breath away.

“Zhzhzh! Knock-Knock!" - the Beetle rushes, drilling the air like a bullet.

The forest flashed beneath him and disappeared.

And here is the familiar birch tree, and the anthill under it.

Just above the top of the birch the Beetle turned off the engine and - plop! - sat down on a branch.

Uncle, dear! - Ant begged. - How can I go down? My legs hurt, I’ll break my neck.

The beetle folded its thin wings along its back. Covered the top with hard troughs. The tips of the thin wings were carefully placed under the troughs.

He thought and said:

I don’t know how you can get downstairs. I won’t fly into an anthill: you ants bite too painfully. Get there yourself as best you can.

Ant looked down, and there, right under the birch tree, was his home.

I looked at the sun: the sun had already sunk waist-deep into the ground.

He looked around him: twigs and leaves, leaves and twigs.

You can't get Ant home, even if you throw yourself upside down! Suddenly he sees: the Leafworm Caterpillar is sitting on a leaf nearby, pulling a silk thread out of itself, pulling it, and winding it on a twig.

Caterpillar, Caterpillar, take me home! I have one last minute left - they won’t let me go home to spend the night.

Leave me alone! You see, I’m doing the job: I’m spinning yarn.

Everyone felt sorry for me, no one drove me away, you are the first!

Ant couldn’t resist, he rushed at her and bit her!

Out of fright, the Caterpillar tucked its legs and somersaulted off the leaf - and flew down.

And Ant is hanging on it - he grabbed it tightly. They only fell for a short time: something came from above them - a jerk!

And they both swayed on a silk thread: the thread was wound on a twig.

The Ant is swinging on the Leafwheel, like on a swing. And the thread keeps getting longer, longer, longer: it unwinds from Leafroller’s abdomen, stretches, and doesn’t break. The Ant and the Leafworm are falling lower, lower, lower.

And below, in the anthill, the ants are busy, hurrying, closing the entrances and exits.

Everything was closed - one, last, entrance remained. The ant somersaults from the caterpillar - and goes home!

Then the sun went down.

Illustrations: E. Nazarov

Bianchi Vitaly

Like an ant hurrying home

Vitaly Valentinovich Bianki

Like an ant hurrying home

An ant climbed onto a birch tree. He climbed to the top, looked down, and there, on the ground, his native anthill was barely visible.

The ant sat down on a leaf and thought: “I’ll rest a little and then go down.”

The ants are strict: only when the sun sets, everyone runs home. The sun will set, and the ants will close all the passages and exits - and go to sleep. And whoever is late can at least spend the night on the street.

The sun was already descending towards the forest.

An ant sits on a leaf and thinks: “It’s okay, I’ll hurry up: it’s time to go down.”

But the leaf was bad: yellow, dry. The wind blew and tore it off the branch.

The leaf rushes through the forest, across the river, through the village.

An ant flies on a leaf, sways - almost alive from fear. The wind carried the leaf to a meadow outside the village and dropped it there. The leaf fell on a stone, and the ant knocked off his legs.

He lies there and thinks: “My little head is gone. I can’t get to home now. The place is flat all around. If I were healthy, I would get there right away, but the problem is: my legs hurt. It’s a shame, you could even bite the ground.”

The Ant looks: the Land Surveyor Caterpillar lies nearby. A worm is a worm, only there are legs in front and legs in the back.

The ant says to the Land 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 ride.

The ant climbed onto the Land Surveyor's back. He bent in an arc, put his hind legs to his front ones, and his tail to his head. Then he suddenly stood up to his full height and lay down on the ground with a stick. He measured out on the ground how tall he was, and again hunched himself into an arch. So he went, and so he went to measure the land.

The ant flies to the ground, then to the sky, then upside down, then up.

I can't do it anymore! - shouts. - Stop! Otherwise I'll bite you!

The Surveyor stopped and stretched out along the ground. The ant got down and could barely catch his breath.

He looked around and saw: a meadow ahead, mown grass lying in the meadow. And the Haymaker Spider walks across the meadow: his legs are like stilts, his head swings between his legs.

Spider, oh Spider, carry me home! My legs hurt.

Well, sit down, I'll give you a ride.

The Ant had to climb up the spider's leg to the knee, and from the knee down to the Spider's back: the Haymaker's knees stick out higher than his 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. But the Spider does not walk quickly, his belly scratches along the ground. Ant is tired of this kind of riding. He almost bit the Spider. Yes, here, fortunately, they came out on a smooth path.

The Spider stopped.

Get down, he says. - There’s the Ground Beetle running, it’s faster than me.

Ant's tears.

Zhuzhelka, Zhuzhelka, carry me home! My legs hurt.

Sit down, I'll give you a ride.

As soon as the Ant managed to climb onto the Ground Beetle's back, she started running! Her legs are straight, like a horse's.

The six-legged horse runs, runs, does not shake, as if flying through the air.

We quickly reached a potato field.

“Now get down,” says the Ground Beetle. - It’s not with my feet to jump on potato beds. Take another horse.

I had to get down.

Potato tops for Ant are a dense forest. Here, even with healthy legs, you can run all day. And the sun is already low.

Suddenly Ant hears someone squeaking:

Come on, Ant, climb on my back and let’s jump.

The Ant turned around - the Flea Bug was standing next to him, just visible from the ground.

Yes you are small! You can't lift me up.

And you are big! Climb, I say.

Somehow the Ant fit on the Flea's back. I just installed the legs.

Well, I got in.

And you got in, so hang in there.

The flea picked up its thick hind legs - and they were like springs, foldable - and click! - straightened them. Look, he's already sitting in the garden. Click! - another. Click! - on third.

So the whole garden snapped away right up to the fence.

The ant asks:

Can you go through the fence?

I can’t cross the fence: it’s very tall. 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's neck.

The grasshopper folded its long hind legs in half, then straightened them all at once and jumped high into the air, like a flea. But then, with a crash, the wings unfolded behind his back, 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: if you swim along it for a year, you won’t be able to cross it.

And the sun is even lower.

Grasshopper says:

I can’t even jump across the river: it’s too wide. Wait a minute, I’ll call Water Strider: there will be a carrier for you.

It crackled in its own way, and lo and behold, a boat on legs was running through the water.

She ran up. No, not a boat, but a Water Strider-Bug.

Water meter, Water meter, carry me home! My legs hurt.

Okay, sit down, I'll move you.

Ant sat down. The water meter jumped and walked on the water as if it were dry land.

And the sun is very low.

Dear, darling! - asks Ant. - They won’t let me go home.

It could be better, says Vodomer.

Yes, how he will let it go! He pushes off, pushes off with his legs and rolls and glides through the water as if on ice. I quickly found myself on the other side.

Can't you do it on the ground? - asks Ant.

It’s hard for me on the ground, my feet don’t slide. And look: there’s a forest ahead. Look for another horse.

Ant looked ahead and saw: there was a tall forest above the river, up to the sky. And the sun had already disappeared behind him. No, Ant won't get home!

Look,” says the Water Meter, “the horse is crawling for you.”

The Ant sees: the May Khrushchev is crawling past - a heavy beetle, a clumsy beetle. Can you ride far on such a horse?

Still, I listened to the Water Meter.

Khrushchev, Khrushchev, carry 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 there.

Ant climbed up the bug's hard side.

Sat down, or what?

Where did you sit?

On the back.

Eh, stupid! Get on your head.

The Ant climbed onto the Beetle's head. And it’s good that he didn’t stay on his back: the Beetle broke his back in two, raising two rigid wings. The Beetle's wings are like two inverted troughs, and from under them other wings climb and unfold: thin, transparent, wider and longer than the top ones.

The Beetle began to puff and pout: “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

It's like the engine is starting.

Uncle, asks Ant, hurry up! Darling, live up!

The Beetle doesn’t answer, he just puffs: “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

Suddenly the thin wings fluttered and began to work. “Zhzhzh! Knock-knock-knock!..” Khrushch rose into the air. Like a cork, the wind threw him upward - above the forest.

The ant from above sees: the sun has already touched the ground with its edge.

The way Khrushch ran off took Ant’s breath away.

"Zhzhzh! Knock-knock-knock!" - the Beetle rushes, drilling the air like a bullet.

The forest flashed beneath him and disappeared.

And here is the familiar birch tree, and the anthill under it.

Just above the top of the birch the Beetle turned off the engine and - plop! - sat down on a branch.

Uncle, dear! - Ant begged. - How can I go down? My legs hurt, I’ll break my neck.

The beetle folded its thin wings along its back. Covered the top with hard troughs. The tips of the thin wings were carefully placed under the troughs.

He thought and said:

I don’t know how you can get downstairs. I won’t fly into an anthill: you ants bite too painfully. Get there yourself as best you can.

Ant looked down, and there, right under the birch tree, was his home.

I looked at the sun: the sun had already sunk waist-deep into the ground.

He looked around him: twigs and leaves, leaves and twigs.

You can't get Ant home, even if you throw yourself upside down! Suddenly he sees: the Leafroller Caterpillar is sitting on a leaf nearby, pulling a silk thread out of itself, pulling it and winding it on a twig.

Caterpillar, Caterpillar, take me home! I have one last minute left - they won’t let me go home to spend the night.

Leave me alone! You see, I’m doing the job: I’m spinning yarn.

Everyone felt sorry for me, no one drove me away, you are the first!

Ant couldn't resist and rushed at her and bit her!

Out of fright, the Caterpillar tucked its legs and somersaulted off the leaf - and flew down.

And Ant is hanging on it - he grabbed it tightly. They only fell for a short time: something came from above them - jerk!

And they both swayed on a silk thread: the thread was wound on a twig.

The Ant is swinging on the Leaf Roller, like on a swing. And the thread keeps getting longer, longer, longer: it unwinds from Leafroller’s abdomen, stretches, and doesn’t break. The Ant and the Leafworm are falling lower, lower, lower.

And below, in the anthill, the ants are busy, hurrying, closing the entrances and exits.

Everything was closed - one, last, entrance remained. The Ant and the Caterpillar somersault and go home!

Then the sun went down.

An ant climbed onto a birch tree. He climbed to the top, looked down, and there, on the ground, his native anthill was barely visible.
The ant sat on a leaf and thought:
“I’ll rest a little and then go down.” The ants are strict: only when the sun sets, everyone runs home. The sun will set, the ants will close all the passages and exits, and go to sleep. And whoever is late can at least spend the night on the street.
The sun was already descending towards the forest.
An ant sits on a piece of paper and thinks:
“It’s okay, I’ll hurry: we’ll go down quickly.”
But the leaf was bad: yellow, dry. The wind blew and tore it off the branch.
The leaf rushes through the forest, across the river, through the village.
An ant flies on a leaf, sways - almost alive from fear.
The wind carried the leaf to a meadow outside the village and dropped it there. The leaf fell on a stone, and the ant knocked off his legs.
He lies and thinks:
“My little head is gone. I can’t get home now. The place is flat all around. If I were healthy, I would get there right away, but here’s the problem: my legs hurt. It’s a shame, you could bite the ground.”
The Ant looks: the Land Surveyor Caterpillar lies nearby. Worm-like, only in front there are legs and in the back there are legs.
The ant says to the Land 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 ride.
The ant climbed onto the Land Surveyor's back. He bent in an arc, put his hind legs to his front, and his tail to his head. Then he suddenly stood up to his full height and lay down on the ground with a stick. He measured out on the ground how tall he was, and again hunched himself into an arch.
So he went, and so he went to measure the land. The ant flies to the ground, then to the sky, then upside down, then up.
- I can’t take it anymore! - shouts. - Stop! Otherwise I'll bite you!
The Surveyor stopped and stretched out along the ground. The ant got down and could barely catch his breath.
He looked around and saw: a meadow ahead, mown grass lying in the meadow. And the Haymaker Spider walks across the meadow: his legs are like stilts, his head swings between his legs.
- Spider, and Spider, take me home! My legs hurt.
- Well, sit down, I’ll give you a ride.
The Ant had to climb up the spider's leg to the knee, and from the knee down to the Spider's back: the Haymaker's knees stick out higher than his 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. But the Spider does not walk quickly, his belly scratches along the ground.
Ant is tired of this kind of riding. 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 is running, she is faster than me.
Ant's tears.
- Zhuzhelka, Zhuzhelka, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit down, I’ll give you a ride.
As soon as the Ant managed to climb onto the Ground Beetle's back, she started running! Her legs are straight, like a horse's.
The six-legged horse runs, runs, does not shake, as if flying through the air.
We quickly reached a potato field.
“Now get down,” says the Ground Beetle. “It’s not with my feet to jump over potato beds.” Take another horse.
I had to get down.
Potato tops for Ant are a dense forest. Here, even with healthy legs, you can run all day. And the sun is already low.
Suddenly Ant hears someone squeaking:
“Come on, Ant, climb on my back and let’s jump.” The Ant turned around and saw the Flea Bug standing next to him, just visible from the ground.
- Yes, you are small! You can't lift me up.
- And you’re big! Climb, I say.
Somehow the Ant fit on Flea's back. I just installed the legs.
- Did you get in?
- Well, I got in.
- And you got in, so hold on.
The flea picked up his thick hind legs - and they were like collapsible springs - and click! — straightened them. Look, he's already sitting in the garden. Click! - another. Click! - on third.
So the whole garden snapped away right up to the fence.
The ant asks:
-Can you go through the fence?
“I can’t cross the fence: it’s very tall.” You ask the Grasshopper: he can.
- Grasshopper, Grasshopper, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit on the scruff of the neck.
The Ant sat on the Grasshopper's neck. The grasshopper folded its long hind legs in half, then straightened them all at once and jumped high into the air, like a flea. But then, with a crash, the wings unfolded behind his back, 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: if you swim along it for a year, you won’t be able to cross it. And the sun is even lower.
Grasshopper says:
“I can’t even jump over the river.” It's very wide. Wait a minute, I’ll call Water Strider and there will be a carrier for you.
It crackled in its own way, and lo and behold, a boat with legs was running across the water.
She ran up. No, not a boat, but a Water Strider-Bug.
- Water meter, Water meter, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Okay, sit down, I’ll move you.
Ant sat down. The water meter jumped and walked on the water as if it were dry land. And the sun is very low.
- Darling, quick! - asks Ant. “They won’t let me go home.”
“It could be better,” says Water Meter.
Yes, he will let it go. He pushes off, pushes off with his legs and rolls and glides through the water as if on ice. I quickly found myself on the other side.
-Can’t you do it on the ground? - asks Ant.
“It’s hard for me on the ground; my legs don’t slide.” And look: there’s a forest ahead. Look for another horse.
Ant looked ahead and saw: there was a tall forest above the river, up to the sky. And the sun had already disappeared behind him. No, Ant won't get home!
“Look,” says the Water Meter, “here the horse is crawling for you.”
The Ant sees: the May Khrushchev is crawling past - a heavy beetle, a clumsy beetle. Can you ride far on such a horse? Still, I listened to the Water Meter.
- Khrushchev, Khrushchev, take me home! My legs hurt.
- And where did you live?
- In an anthill behind the forest.
- Far away... Well, what should we do with you? Sit down, I'll take you there.
Ant climbed up the bug's hard side.
- Sat down, or what?
- Sat down.
-Where did you sit?
- On the back.
- Eh, stupid! Get on your head.
The Ant climbed onto the Beetle's head. And it’s good that he didn’t stay on his back: the Beetle broke his back in two, raising two rigid wings. The Beetle's wings are like two inverted troughs, and from under them other wings climb and unfold: thin, transparent, wider and longer than the top ones.
The Beetle began to puff and pout: “Ugh, uh, uh!” It's like the engine is starting.
“Uncle,” asks Ant, “quickly!” Darling, live up!
The Beetle doesn’t answer, he just puffs:
"Ugh, uh, uh!"
Suddenly the thin wings fluttered and began to work. “Zhzhzh! Knock-knock-knock!..” - Khrushch rose into the air. Like a cork, the wind threw it upward - above the forest. The ant from above sees: the sun has already caught the edge of the earth.
The way Khrushch ran off took Ant’s breath away.
"Zhzhzh! Knock-knock-knock!" - the Beetle rushes, drilling the air like a bullet.
The forest flashed beneath him and disappeared.
And here is the familiar birch tree, and the anthill under it.
Just above the top of the birch the Beetle turned off the engine and - plop! - sat down on a branch.
- Uncle, dear! - Ant begged. - How can I go down? My legs hurt, I’ll break my neck.
The beetle folded its thin wings along its back. Covered the top with hard troughs. The tips of the thin wings were carefully placed under the troughs.
He thought and said:
“I don’t know how you can get down.” I won’t fly into an anthill: you ants bite too painfully. Get there yourself as best you can.
Ant looked down, and there, right under the birch tree, was his home.
I looked at the sun: the sun had already sunk waist-deep into the ground.
He looked around him: twigs and leaves, leaves and twigs.
You can't get Ant home, even if you throw yourself upside down!
Suddenly he sees: the Leafroller Caterpillar is sitting on a leaf nearby, pulling a silk thread out of itself, pulling it and winding it on a twig.
- Caterpillar, Caterpillar, take me home! I have one last minute left - they won’t let me go home to spend the night.
- Leave me alone! You see, I’m doing the job: I’m spinning yarn.
- Everyone felt sorry for me, no one drove me away, you are the first!
Ant couldn't resist and rushed at her and bit her!
Out of fright, the Caterpillar tucked its legs and somersaulted off the leaf - and flew down.
And Ant is hanging on it - he grabbed it tightly. They only fell for a short time: something came from above them - jerk!
And they both swayed on a silk thread: the thread was wound on a twig.
The Ant is swinging on the Leaf Roller, like on a swing. And the thread gets longer, longer, longer: it unwinds from Leafroller’s abdomen, stretches, and does not break. The Ant and the Leafworm are falling lower, lower, lower.
And below, in the anthill, the ants are busy, hurrying, closing the entrances and exits.
Everything was closed - one, last, entrance remained. The ant somersaults from the caterpillar and goes home.
Then the sun went down.

An ant climbed onto a birch tree. He climbed to the top, looked down, and there, on the ground, his native anthill was barely visible.
The ant sat on a leaf and thought:
“I’ll rest a little and then go down.”
The ants are strict: only when the sun sets, everyone runs home. When the sun sets, the ants will close all the passages and exits and go to sleep. And whoever is late can at least spend the night on the street.
The sun was already descending towards the forest.
An ant sits on a piece of paper and thinks:
“It’s okay, I’ll hurry: we’ll go down quickly.”
But the leaf was bad: yellow, dry. The wind blew and tore it off the branch.
The leaf rushes through the forest, across the river, through the village.
An ant flies on a leaf, sways - almost alive from fear.
The wind carried the leaf to a meadow outside the village and dropped it there. The leaf fell on a stone, and the ant knocked off his legs.
He lies and thinks:
“My little head is missing. I can't get home now. The area is flat all around. If I were healthy, I would run straight away, but here’s the problem: my legs hurt. It’s a shame, even if you bite the ground.”
The Ant looks: the Land Surveyor Caterpillar lies nearby. Worm-worm, only in front there are legs and in the back there are legs.
The ant says to the Land 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 ride.
The ant climbed onto the Land Surveyor's back. He bent in an arc, put his hind legs to his front ones, and his tail to his head. Then he suddenly stood up to his full height and lay down on the ground with a stick. He measured on the ground how tall he was, and again hunched himself into an arch. So he went, and so he went to measure the land. The ant flies to the ground, then to the sky, then upside down, then up.
- I can’t do it anymore! - shouts. - Stop! Otherwise I'll bite you!
The Surveyor stopped and stretched out along the ground. The ant of tears,
I could barely catch my breath.
He looked around and saw: a meadow ahead, mown grass lying in the meadow. And the Haymaker Spider walks across the meadow: his legs are like stilts, his head swings between his legs.
- Spider, and Spider, take me home! My legs hurt.
- Well, sit down, I’ll give you a ride.
The Ant had to climb up the spider's leg to the knee, and from the knee down to the Spider's back: the Haymaker's knees stick out higher than his 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. But the Spider does not walk quickly, his belly scratches along the ground. Ant is tired of this kind of riding. 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 is running, she is faster than me. Ant's tears.
- Zhuzhelka, Zhuzhelka, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit down, I'll give you a ride.
As soon as the Ant managed to climb onto the Ground Beetle's back, she started running! Her legs are straight, like a horse's.
A six-legged horse runs, runs, does not shake, as if flying through the air.
We quickly reached a potato field.
“Now get down,” says the Ground Beetle. - It’s not with my feet to jump on potato beds. Take another horse.
I had to get down.
Potato tops for Ant are a dense forest. Here, even with healthy legs, you can run all day. And the sun is already low.
Suddenly Ant hears someone squeaking:
- Come on, Ant, climb on my back and let’s jump. The Ant turned around - the Flea Bug was standing next to him, a little
visible from the ground.
- Yes, you are small! You can't lift me up.
- And you’re big! Climb, I say.
Somehow the Ant fit on Flea's back. I just installed the legs.
- Did you get in?
- Well, I got in.
- And you got in, so hold on.
The flea picked up his thick hind legs - and they were like collapsible springs - and click! - straightened them. Look, he's already sitting in the garden. Click! - another. Click! - on third.
So the whole garden was peeled off right up to the fence.
The ant asks:
-Can you go through the fence?
- I can’t cross the fence: it’s very high. You ask the Grasshopper: he can.
- Grasshopper, Grasshopper, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit on the scruff of the neck.
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The Ant sat on the Grasshopper's neck.
The grasshopper folded its long hind legs in half, then straightened them all at once and jumped high into the air, like a flea. But then, with a crash, the wings unfolded behind his back, 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: if you swim along it for a year, you won’t be able to cross it.
And the sun is even lower.
Grasshopper says:
- I can’t even jump over the river. It's very wide. Wait a minute, I’ll call Water Strider: there will be a carrier for you.
It crackled in its own way, and lo and behold, a boat on legs was running through the water. She ran up. No, not a boat, but a Water Strider-Bug.
- Water meter, Water meter, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Okay, sit down, I’ll move you.
Ant sat down. The water meter jumped and walked on the water as if it were dry land. And the sun is very low.
- Darling, quick! - asks Ant. - They won’t let me go home.
“It could be better,” says Water Meter.
Yes, how he will let it go! He pushes off, pushes off with his legs and rolls and glides through the water as if on ice. I quickly found myself on the other side.
-Can’t you do it on the ground? - asks Ant.
- It’s hard for me on the ground, my legs don’t slide. And look: there’s a forest ahead. Look for another horse.
Ant looked forward and saw: there was a tall forest above the river, up to the sky. And the sun had already disappeared behind him. No, Ant won't get home!
“Look,” says the Water Meter, “here the horse is crawling for you.”
The Ant sees: the May Khrushchev is crawling past - heavy
beetle, clumsy beetle. Can you ride far on such a horse? Still, I listened to the Water Meter.
- Khrushchev, Khrushchev, carry me home. My legs hurt.
- And where did you live?
- In an anthill behind the forest.
- Far away... Well, what should we do with you? Sit down, I'll take you there.
Ant climbed up the hard side of the bug.
- I sat down, or what?
- Sat down.
-Where did you sit?
- On the back.
- Eh, stupid! Get on your head.
The Ant climbed onto the Beetle's head. And it’s good that he didn’t stay on his back: the Beetle broke his back in two, raising two rigid wings. The Beetle's wings are like two inverted troughs, and from under them other wings climb out and unfold: thin, transparent, wider and longer than the top ones.
The Beetle began to puff and pout: “Ugh, uh, uh!” It's like the engine is starting.
“Uncle,” asks Ant, “quickly!” Darling, live up!
The Beetle doesn’t answer, he just puffs:
“Ugh, uh, uh!”
Suddenly the thin wings fluttered and began to work. “Zhzhzh! Knock-knock-knock!..” - Khrushch rose into the air. Like a cork, the wind threw him upward - above the forest.
The ant from above sees: the sun has already touched the ground with its edge.
The way Khrushch ran off took Ant’s breath away.
“Zhzhzh! Knock-Knock!" - the Beetle rushes, drilling the air like a bullet.
The forest flashed beneath him and disappeared.
And here is the familiar birch tree, and the anthill under it.
Just above the top of the birch the Beetle turned off the engine and - plop! - sat down on a branch.
- Uncle, dear! - Ant begged. - How can I go down? My legs hurt, I’ll break my neck.
The beetle folded its thin wings along its back. Covered the top with hard troughs. The tips of the thin wings were carefully placed under the troughs.
He thought and said:
- I don’t know how you can get downstairs. I won’t fly into an anthill: you ants bite too painfully. Get there yourself as best you can.
Ant looked down, and there, right under the birch tree, was his home.
I looked at the sun: the sun had already sunk waist-deep into the ground.
He looked around him: twigs and leaves, leaves and twigs.
You can't get Ant home, even if you throw yourself upside down! Suddenly he sees: the Leafworm Caterpillar is sitting on a leaf nearby, pulling a silk thread out of itself, pulling it, and winding it on a twig.
- Caterpillar, Caterpillar, take me home! I have one last minute left - they won’t let me go home to spend the night.
- Leave me alone! You see, I’m doing the job: I’m spinning yarn.
- Everyone felt sorry for me, no one drove me away, you are the first!
Ant couldn’t resist, he rushed at her and bit her!
Out of fright, the Caterpillar tucked its legs and somersaulted off the leaf - and flew down.
And Ant is hanging on it - he grabbed it tightly. They only fell for a short time: something came from above them - a jerk!
And they both swayed on a silk thread: the thread was wound on a twig.
The Ant is swinging on the Leafwheel, like on a swing. And the thread keeps getting longer, longer, longer: it unwinds from Leafroller’s abdomen, stretches, and doesn’t break. The Ant and the Leafworm are falling lower, lower, lower.
And below, in the anthill, the ants are busy, hurrying, closing the entrances and exits.
Everything was closed - one, last, entrance remained. The ant somersaults from the caterpillar - and goes home!
Then the sun went down.

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Like an ant hurrying home - Bianki V.V.

The fairy tale tells about an ant who, just before sunset, found himself far from his anthill. On his way home, he had many adventures; many helped him: a caterpillar, a spider, a ground beetle, etc. If it weren’t for their help, the ant would not have gotten home on time!

Like an ant rushing home to read

An ant climbed onto a birch tree. He climbed to the top, looked down, and there, on the ground, his native anthill was barely visible.
The ant sat on a leaf and thought:
“I’ll rest a little and then go down.”

The ants are strict: only when the sun sets, everyone runs home. The sun will set, the ants will close all the passages and exits, and go to sleep. And whoever is late can at least spend the night on the street.
The sun was already descending towards the forest.
An ant sits on a piece of paper and thinks:
“It’s okay, I’ll hurry: we’ll go down quickly.”
But the leaf was bad: yellow, dry. The wind blew and tore it off the branch.

The leaf rushes through the forest, across the river, through the village. An ant flies on a leaf, sways - almost alive from fear.
The wind carried the leaf to a meadow outside the village and dropped it there. The leaf fell on a stone, and the ant knocked off his legs.
He lies and thinks:
“My little head is missing. I can't get home now. The area is flat all around. If I were healthy, I would run straight away, but here’s the problem: my legs hurt. It’s a shame, even if you bite the ground.”
The Ant looks: the Land Surveyor Caterpillar lies nearby. Worm-worm, only in front there are legs and in the back there are legs.
The ant says to the Land 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 ride.

The ant climbed onto the Land Surveyor's back. He bent in an arc, put his hind legs to his front ones, and his tail to his head. Then he suddenly stood up to his full height and lay down on the ground with a stick. He measured out on the ground how tall he was, and again hunched himself into an arch. So he went, and so he went to measure the land. The ant flies to the ground, then to the sky, then upside down, then up.
- I can’t do it anymore! - shouts. - Stop! Otherwise I'll bite you!
The Surveyor stopped and stretched out along the ground. The ant got down and could barely catch his breath.
He looked around and saw: a meadow ahead, mown grass lying in the meadow. And the Haymaker Spider walks across the meadow: his legs are like stilts, his head swings between his legs.

Spider, oh Spider, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Well, sit down, I’ll give you a ride.
The Ant had to climb up the spider's leg to the knee, and from the knee down to the Spider's back: the Haymaker's knees stick out higher than his 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. But the Spider does not walk quickly, his belly scratches along the ground. Ant is tired of this kind of riding. 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 is running, she is faster than me.

Ant's tears.
- Zhuzhelka, Zhuzhelka, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit down, I'll give you a ride.
As soon as the Ant managed to climb onto the Ground Beetle's back, she started running! Her legs are straight, like a horse's.

The six-legged horse runs, runs, does not shake, as if flying through the air.
We quickly reached a potato field.
“Now get down,” says the Ground Beetle. - It’s not with my feet to jump on potato beds. Take another horse.
I had to get down.
Potato tops for Ant are a dense forest. Here, even with healthy legs, you can run all day. And the sun is already low.
Suddenly Ant hears someone squeaking:
- Come on, Ant, climb on my back and let’s jump.
The Ant turned around - the Flea Bug was standing next to him, just visible from the ground.
- Yes, you are small! You can't lift me up.

And you are big! Climb, I say.
Somehow the Ant fit on Flea's back. I just installed the legs.
- Did you get in?
- Well, I got in.
- And you got in, so hold on.
The flea picked up his thick hind legs - and they were like collapsible springs - and click! - straightened them. Look, he's already sitting in the garden. Click! - another. Click! - on third.
So the whole garden snapped away right up to the fence.
The ant asks:
-Can you go through the fence?
- I can’t cross the fence: it’s very high. You ask the Grasshopper: he can.
- Grasshopper, Grasshopper, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit on the scruff of the neck.
The Ant sat on the Grasshopper's neck. The grasshopper folded its long hind legs in half, then straightened them all at once and jumped high into the air, like a flea. But then, with a crash, the wings unfolded behind his back, 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: if you swim along it for a year, you won’t be able to cross it. And the sun is even lower.
Grasshopper says:
- I can’t even jump over the river. It's very wide. Wait a minute, I’ll call Water Strider and there will be a carrier for you.
It crackled in its own way, and lo and behold, a boat on legs was running through the water.
She ran up. No, not a boat, but a Water Strider-Bug.

Water meter, Water meter, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Okay, sit down, I’ll move you.
Ant sat down. The water meter jumped and walked on the water as if it were dry land. And the sun is very low.
- Darling, quick! - asks Ant. - They won’t let me go home.
“It could be better,” says Water Meter.
Yes, he will let it go. He pushes off, pushes off with his legs and rolls and glides through the water as if on ice. I quickly found myself on the other side.
-Can’t you do it on the ground? - asks Ant.
- It’s hard for me on the ground, my legs don’t slide. And look: there’s a forest ahead. Look for another horse.
Ant looked ahead and saw: there was a tall forest above the river, up to the sky. And the sun had already disappeared behind him. No, Ant won't get home!
“Look,” says the Water Meter, “there the horse is crawling for you.”

The Ant sees: the May Khrushchev is crawling past - a heavy beetle, a clumsy beetle. Can you ride far on such a horse? Still, I listened to the Water Meter.

Khrushchev, Khrushchev, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- And where did you live?
- In an anthill behind the forest.
- Far away... Well, what should we do with you? Sit down, I'll take you there.
Ant climbed up the bug's hard side.
- I sat down, or what?
- Sat down.
-Where did you sit?
- On the back.
- Eh, stupid! Get on your head.
The Ant climbed onto the Beetle's head. And it’s good that he didn’t stay on his back: the Beetle broke his back in two, raising two rigid wings. The Beetle's wings are like two inverted troughs, and from under them other wings climb and unfold: thin, transparent, wider and longer than the top ones.
The Beetle began to puff and pout: “Ugh, uh, uh!” It's like the engine is starting.
“Uncle,” asks Ant, “quickly!” Darling, live up!
The Beetle doesn’t answer, he just puffs:
“Ugh, uh, uh!”

Suddenly the thin wings fluttered and began to work. “Zhzhzh! Knock-knock-knock!..” - Khrushch rose into the air. Like a cork, the wind threw him upward - above the forest.
The ant from above sees: the sun has already touched the ground with its edge.
The way Khrushch ran off took Ant’s breath away.
“Zhzhzh! Knock-Knock!" - the Beetle rushes, drilling the air like a bullet.
The forest flashed beneath him and disappeared.
And here is the familiar birch tree, and the anthill under it.
Just above the top of the birch the Beetle turned off the engine and - plop! - sat down on a branch.
- Uncle, dear! - Ant begged. - How can I go down? My legs hurt, I’ll break my neck.

The beetle folded its thin wings along its back. Covered the top with hard troughs. The tips of the thin wings were carefully placed under the troughs.
He thought and said:
- I don’t know how you can get downstairs.
I won’t fly into an anthill: you ants bite too painfully. Get there yourself as best you can.
Ant looked down, and there, right under the birch tree, was his home.
I looked at the sun: the sun had already sunk waist-deep into the ground.
He looked around him: twigs and leaves, leaves and twigs.
You can't get Ant home, even if you throw yourself upside down!
Suddenly he sees: the Leafroller Caterpillar is sitting on a leaf nearby, pulling a silk thread out of itself, pulling it and winding it on a twig.
- Caterpillar, Caterpillar, take me home! I have one last minute left - they won’t let me go home to spend the night.
- Leave me alone! You see, I’m doing the job: I’m spinning yarn.
- Everyone felt sorry for me, no one drove me away, you are the first!
Ant couldn't resist and rushed at her and bit her! Out of fright, the Caterpillar tucked its legs and somersaulted off the leaf - and flew down.

And Ant is hanging on it - he grabbed it tightly. They only fell for a short time: something came from above them - jerk!
And they both swayed on a silk thread: the thread was wound on a twig.
The Ant is swinging on the Leaf Roller, like on a swing. And the thread gets longer, longer, longer: it unwinds from Leafroller’s abdomen, stretches, and does not break. The Ant and the Leafworm are falling lower, lower, lower.

And below, in the anthill, the ants are busy, hurrying, closing the entrances and exits.
Everything was closed - one, last, entrance remained. The ant somersaults from the caterpillar and goes home.
Then the sun went down.

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