The ant came to open the door holding one of those old oil lamps.
What do you want? — he asked in a tone that did not promise anything good.
I’m hungry, I’m cold… — stammered the poor cicada. Behind her you could see
the countryside was already covered in snow, and his large hat was also loaded with snow.
summer, and even the violin hanging behind him.
Oh yeah? the ant exclaimed mockingly. “I worked all day.”
the summer to accumulate supplies for the winter. But you, on sunny days
so long and so hot, what did you do?







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