Крылов. Стрекоза и муравей

A nice and little dragonfly
All the time has spent in sky,
With her friends she sang and dressed
One more turn and summer passed.
Days are short and not so bright
Snow turns the fields in white.
Fields are absolutely stark,
They are engulfed with early dark.
Under every single plant
Stands neither  a home nor a tent.
Who can in so coldness chant?
If you are following by hunger
The belly is hollow and thin
Then you hardly want to sing.
So   the little dragonfly
By despair is depressed,
Without any kind of tact
Undertakes an wily act
She is creeping to an ant.
-Don’t leave me my godparent
Try to be a little clement.
We are waiting for the storm
let me here to get warm.
In the spring with the sun ray
I at once will fly away.
-All this sounds very strange
Winter comes things have to change!
Were you working in the yard?
-It’s not for me to work so hard.
All the summer songs and friskiness’
Till was visited by dizziness.
-The songs put you in a trance,
Now  dear start to dance!
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