The tale of how an anthill found real happiness. Lind A.L.

At the edge of the forest, among the old weeping birches, an anthill lived in a large anthill. He did not differ from his brothers special: an ordinary ant, the same as everyone else. Like others, he worked with zeal for the benefit of an ant kingdom. From morning until late in the evening, hardworking ants were busy: someone dragged grains of sand and coniferous needles for the construction of the cow's anthill nest, someone worked as a nanny and looked after small ants, someone brought supplies to the kitchen, and someone I had to clean the anthill. Our anthill did not lag behind them, who was supposed to search and deliver grains, various bugs and roots of plants to the warehouse of the main cook.