Good afternoon, dear readers, guests and friends. Last week Dasha expressed a desire to study the life of ants. The task, to be honest, was very unexpected, especially since we were going to leave for the dacha the next day and I only had one day to prepare. I was prepared :) We arrived at the dacha and heavy rains began, which ruined all my plans. Therefore, we had to look for a way out of the situation. I decided to play out at home with Dasha a fairy tale about an Ant who was hurrying home, but it turned out that I did not have such a book (although I was sure of the opposite). Dasha looked at me and said: “Well, there is no book and there is no need. We'll do it ourselves. Sit down! Therefore, all day today we have been slowly making our own book about the ant.
So, we folded 7 A4 sheets along the floors and connected them with a stapler. I wrote text on each page of the book (I shortened the text, leaving only important information). And then, together with Dasha, we created illustrations.
Dasha drew the illustration for the first page of the book herself. She drew a birch tree with my hint on how best to do it, drew an anthill and cut green pieces of colored paper and glued them like leaves. I drew the ant.
We made the illustration for the second sheet together. I cut out circles for the caterpillar from colored paper, and Dasha glued them on herself and drew the grass sky. I got the ant again.
The illustration with the spider is entirely her work!
Next, she asked to draw the outlines of the characters, and she would color them. That's exactly what I did. I drew a “coloring book”, and Dasha gave her colors.
She only wanted to draw the penultimate picture with an anthill at sunset and ants around. I gladly conceded this to her :)
And today we managed to make a real anthill!
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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 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, 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 driving. 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.
Like an ant hurrying home
Reading at school
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 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 driving. 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 fit in?
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 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 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.
Dear, darling! - asks Ant. - They won’t let me go home.
It could be better, says Vodomer.
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 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 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, 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 to an anthill: you’re too painful,
ants, you bite. 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.
Bianki Vitaly Valentinovich
Stories about animals
Artist T. Vasilyeva
Bianchi V. fairy tale “How an ant hurried home”
Genre: literary tale about animals
The main characters of the fairy tale “Like an ant hurried home” and their characteristics
- Ant. An ordinary ant, which the wind carried far from the anthill. I was very afraid to be left alone at night, so I tried to return to the anthill.
- Insects that helped the ant reach the anthill in order: Land surveyor caterpillar, harvest spider, ground beetle, flea beetle, grasshopper, water strider, May beetle
- The insect that refused to help the ant: Leafworm caterpillar
- Ant on a birch
- Gust
- Far Meadow
- Surveyor
- Haymaker
- Ground beetle
- Potato field
- Fence and grasshopper
- River and water meter
- Oddities of the cockchafer
- Cruel leaf roller
- Managed!
- An ant was sitting at the very top of a birch tree when a gust of wind tore off a leaf and carried it across the river into the meadow.
- The insects began to help the ant return home and took him to the village fence
- A grasshopper delivers an ant through the fence and the village, to the river
- A water strider carries him across the river
- The cockchafer quickly transfers the ant to its native birch tree.
- The ant bites the leaf roller and at the last moment ends up in the anthill.
By helping others, you help yourself; by refusing help, you make things worse for yourself.
What does the fairy tale “How an ant hurried home” teach us?
This fairy tale teaches you to help someone who is in trouble. Teaches mutual assistance, teaches how to work together to solve complex problems. Teaches you to be kind, sympathetic, and not indifferent.
Review of the fairy tale “How an ant hurried home”
This is a very entertaining and educational tale that describes a wide variety of insects. I liked that almost all of them tried to help the ant return to the anthill, just like that, out of the goodness of their hearts. And only the nasty leaf roller did not want to help the ant, and for this she was rightly eaten.
Proverbs for the fairy tale “Like an ant hurried home”
The world is not without good people.
He who has his face to everyone, does not have people’s back to him.
When doing evil, do not hope for good.
Summary, brief retelling of the fairy tale “How an ant hurried home”
One day an ant climbed onto a birch tree, sat on a leaf, and admired the anthill. By the time it’s evening, it’s time to get ready for home, because as soon as the sun sets, the ants will close the entrances and exits and they won’t be able to get into the anthill.
But then the wind blew, tore off the leaf with the ant and carried it away. Across the field, across the river, beyond the village, straight into the meadow.
An ant fell, hit itself, and lost its legs. He groans: “Now how can I get to the anthill in time!”
Here the surveyor caterpillar is crawling. The ant asked her for a ride. The land surveyor agreed and began to walk. The ant just flies up and down, up and down.
The ant jumped off the surveyor, caught his breath, and saw mown grass in the meadow, and a haymaker spider was walking along it. The ant asked him to give him a ride, and the haymaker agreed. The spider's legs flash in front of the ant, his head is spinning. The ant comes down. He sees a ground beetle running and asked her to help.
The ground beetle agreed and quickly took the ant to the potato field. Then a flea beetle, itself small but very quick, offered help to the ant. An ant climbed on it and jumped around like a flea. He delivered the ant to the fence in an instant.
The ant got down, saw the grasshopper, and asked him to carry it over the fence. The grasshopper agreed, jumped up, spread his wings, and carried the ant over the fence. And then the river. A water strider runs along the water and also agreed to give the ant a ride.
I transported the ant's water meter across the river, and there was already a forest ahead, but the sun had almost set. Don't let the ant get into the anthill, you won't have time.
But then a beetle crawls - a May beetle, heavy and clumsy. Still, the ant asked him to take it to the anthill. The Khrushchev agreed, the ant climbed onto its back, and the beetle drove it onto its head. His back split open and two wings opened. The beetle took off higher than the forest, and how it flew. This is already a familiar birch tree.
The beetle sat on a twig, and the sun was already half hidden. The ant asks him to go down, but the beetle does not want to fly to the anthill - the ants bite strongly.
Then the ant saw the leaf roller and asked her to take him down to the anthill. But the caterpillar doesn’t want to, it refuses. The ant could not resist, jumped on it, bit it, the caterpillar fell down in fright, and the ant held on to it.
They descended on the threads that the leaf roller released, into the very anthill, and hit the last entrance. Then the sun set.
Drawings and illustrations for the fairy tale “How an ant hurried home”
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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.