Отважный муравей

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Once upon a time there was an ant. You probably want to know his name and what his friends, his forty sons and daughters, his beloved old mother and his dear wife all called him. There are many different names, and I certainly can’t name them all here, but the ant I’m talking about was simply called Ant.

At dawn the ants in the anthill are still sleeping soundly. This is what Ant was thinking about in his sleep: “There are twenty families in our hill. On Monday Nikolai’s family brought home pine needles. On Tuesday the family upstairs brought sawdust. On Wednesday Yermolai was supposed to go to the woods, and on Thursday Semyon set out to find a dragonfly’s wing for the windows. On Friday, despite the rain, Yevgeny found three pine chips. I hate the thought of getting up now, but I’ll have to. Today’s Saturday, and it’s our turn.” Ant got up and called to his family: “Everybody up! Everybody out! We’re going to the woods for pine needles.”

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