tatiana makarova THE BRAVE ANT in English داستان مورچه شجاع به زبان انگليسي :

tatiana makarova THE BRAVE ANT

translation from the russian   Т . Макарова  ОТВАЖНЫЙ МУРАВЕЙ На английском языке  First printing : 1978 Second printing : 1988 English translation C Progress Publishers 1978 C Raduga Publishers 1988 printed in the Union of the Soviet Socialist Republics REQUEST TO READERS :  Raduga Publishers would be glad to have your opinion of this book , Its translation and design and any suggestions you may have for future publications . Please send all your comments to 17 , Zubovsky Boulevard , Moscow , USSR . ISBN 5-05-002473-0

Tatiana Makarova THE BRAVE ANT Translated by Fainna Solasko Drawings by Gennadi Pavlishin Raduga Publishers Moscow

Once upon a time there was an ant . You probebly 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 Nicolai,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 . "

Ant and his family worked hard in the woods all day . They didn,t return until sunset . Ant was dragging a bundle of six pine needles and his wife was carrying a bundle of three . Ant,s sons had found two chips near the stream and his daughters had some dandelion fluff .The youngest son was dragging the stem of a leaf and the smallest daughter had found some pollen . They were all hurrying down the long green path through the woods . When they finally reached home they saw that their anthill was gone .

" How strange , " Ant said . " This is our part of the woods . And this is our clearing . These are our red poppies . But were is our home ? Our huge , lovely , twenty-family house ? " He was so upset he dropped his bundle of  pine needles . His wife dropped her bundle , too . Their sons trembled and dropped the chips they were carrying . Their daughters curled up unhappily and dropped the and dropped the dandelion fluff . As they stood there , not knowing what to do , they heared a mosquito droning loudly :

" Hey , Ant ! While you were rushing about and your poor children were working so hard , dragging those awful brambles instead of playing , and while your poor exhausted wife lugged those pine logs , your baby was bent double under a huge stem and your youngest daughter struggled with that huge load of pollen , your anthill moved to another part of the forest . They didn,t even leave you a note . "

But Mosquito was lying ! He was holding a leaf , and there was a not for Ant on that leaf ,left by his friends before they had moved . They never should have given the note to Mosquito ! Everyone knows you can never trust a mosquito . He didn,t say a word to Ant about the note before he flew away . Ant felt very lonely . He had no friends left and no neighbors . There was not a trace of them to be found . Ant had never known what loneliness meant . He had never had time to feel lonely .All the ants in the anthill were always up early in the morning and Ant was used to rushing back and forth , always in a hurry , up and down , here and there , pulling , pushing  , teaching his children to be good workers , too . Naturally , he had never had time to feel lonely .

" Dear neighbor , We,ve been forced to move on short notice and are in a great hurry . We,ll explain everything when we see you . Follow these instructions and you,ll find us . Turn right till you come to three trees growing in a circle near a fallen pine tree . Our new anthill is right behind it . see you soon . "

However , he had no time to think about being lonely now , either , for he knew that night would soon be upon them and he had to provide some shelter for his familly . He patted his wife,s shoulder and said trying to sound cheerful , " Don,t worry . Every thing will be all right .  An ant will always find shelter for the night for his family . And ants are never downhearted , they never give up , not even in fairy tales for baby ants . "And so Ant set off to look for a home for the night . He stopped at every tree stump and at every blade of grass but they were all either to damp or too hard and cold for comfort . Suddenly he spotted an empty tin can with a bright lable on it . " Aha ! " he said . " Here,s a good tin roof and a fine scalloped door . I couldn,t have wished for a better home for my children . In no time the family had moved in . When the sun came up the next morning its rays hit the shiny tin , making the can gleam and glitter .

( Forest News ) Ant said to himself : " Why , even the sunrays are happy to shine on our new house . That means there,s no better place in all the world . Which means we,ll settle here for good . " There was no one to tell Ant that he had to hurry if he wanted to save his family , because the beavers had built a new dam , and now the stream would turn around the hill and the water would soon come rushing into the meadow where they were . That was why his friends had moved to a new anthill in such a hurry and had not even waited till he and his family had returned the day before . But Ant knew nothing of this . He was very happy as he bustled about his new house . He hung a cobweb curtain on the door . The dewdrops glittered on it like diamonds . He made everyone beds of soft moss . They would be warm in winter , too . Then he looked around and saw that everything was just right , and so he decided to have a housewarming party . He put put up a notice :

" Notice : Everyone is invited for tea this afternoon . "

At five o,clock a drove of dragonflies and moths came flying into his new house . He did not know them , but liked them from the start . When the forest animals wondered where all the dragonflies and moths were , Magpie said : " Why , they,re all at a party in a round tin house . You can hear them singing if you listen . "

There was room enough for all and goodies as well .

After a while ant,s eldest son a reddish fellow , decided to go for a walk . But he stopped in his tracks at the doorstep and cried : " Help ! We,re surrounded by water ! It,s a flood ! Help ! "

" Help ! help ! It,s a flood ! " The moths and dragonflies all cried and flew out the door , leaving so many tasty thingd on their plates . As always , brave Ant met the danger boldly . He was not one to get panicky .There was really nothing to get worried about , because he and his family were now sailing down the stream in their new house . Life was still as full of cares and hard work as before . Ant had to get up early each morning as always , hurry up the rigging fasten the sail , pipe everyone on deck , tie up at some landing , take on supplies , explore the shore , talk to strange ants he met there and tell them how wonderful it was to be living in a houseboat .

Did you ever notice something glittering in the distance when you stood on a riverbank ? Did you ever think you heard a piping song coming from far away : " Let me tell you of my family : There are many of us , as you see . We are happy to be in a boat , We are sailing to sea ! we,re afloat ! Now although none of us has a fin , I am teaching my children to swim , That,s because I am just what I am , I,m a seafaring ant , that I am ! "

 

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