Kadrioru park Tallinnas oli kevadel tõeline unelmate paik.

Kadrioru park in Tallinn was a true dreamland in spring.

Roosad kirsipuud õitsesid imekaunilt ja pargi teed olid täis kunstnikke, kes olid tulnud oma töid näitama.

The pink cherry trees bloomed beautifully, and the park paths were full of artists who had come to showcase their work.

Õhus oli pidulikkust, sest lähenes kevadine kunstifestival.

There was a sense of festivity in the air, as the spring art festival was approaching.

Märtsi külm tuul oli viimaks taandunud, jättes endast maha vaid kerge jaheduse, mis meenutas lõppevat talve.

The cold March wind had finally receded, leaving behind just a light chill that reminded of the ending winter.

Maret, noor looduse fotograaf, oli üks neist kunstnikest.

Maret, a young nature photographer, was one of those artists.

Tema kirg õitsvate lillede ja ärkava looduse jäädvustamise vastu oli piiritu.

Her passion for capturing blooming flowers and awakening nature was boundless.

Kuid ta võitles oma sisemiste kahtlustega.

However, she struggled with her internal doubts.

Ta soovis, et tema töö saaks sellel festivalil tähelepanu, mis aitaks tal oma kunstnikukarjääri alustada.

She wished for her work to receive attention at the festival, which would help her start her artistic career.

Kalev ja Liisa, Maret'i sõbrad, olid parki tulnud teda toetama.

Kalev and Liisa, Maret's friends, had come to the park to support her.

"Sa pead leidma endas kindluse, Maret," ütles Kalev, kui nad koos tema pilte uurisid.

"You need to find confidence within yourself, Maret," said Kalev as they examined her pictures together.

"Millist pilti plaanid näidata?"

"Which picture do you plan to show?"

"Ma ei tea," vastas Maret vaikselt, vaadates oma lemmikfotot kirsipuuoksast hommikulise kastemärjana.

"I don't know," Maret replied quietly, looking at her favorite photograph of a cherry tree branch covered in morning dew.

See foto oli tema südames nii eriline, kuid ta kartis, et see ei kõneta teisi.

This photo was so special to her heart, yet she feared it wouldn't resonate with others.

Samas oli tal ka teine kommertslikum pilt, mis oli küll pilkupüüdev, aga mitte nii isiklik.

At the same time, she had another, more commercial picture that was eye-catching but not as personal.

Liisa pani oma käe Maret'i õlale.

Liisa placed her hand on Maret's shoulder.

"Usalda oma sisetunnet," soovitas ta.

"Trust your intuition," she advised.

"Näita seda, mis sinule on tähtis."

"Show what is important to you."

Maret hingas sügavalt sisse ja otsustas.

Maret took a deep breath and decided.

Ta valis oma lemmikfoto, kuigi teadis, et vihm võiks ilusa kevadpäeva rikkuda.

She chose her favorite photo, even though she knew that rain could spoil the beautiful spring day.

"Tulen, mis tuleb," ütles ta kindlalt ja hakkas oma väljapanekut kaitsma läbipaistva kile abil.

"Come what may," she said firmly and began to protect her exhibit with transparent plastic.

Festivali alguses hakkasidki tumedad pilved taevasse kogunema.

At the start of the festival, dark clouds began to gather in the sky.

Maret tundis, kuidas tema süda rinnus tuksles närviliselt.

Maret felt her heart pounding nervously in her chest.

Aga mikski ei lasknud ta hirmul end halvata.

Yet, she didn't let fear paralyze her.

Kohale ilmus kunstikriitik, kes asus huviga tema tööd uurima.

An art critic arrived and began to examine her work with interest.

Tema pilgus oli midagi, mis andis Maret'ile lootust.

There was something in the critic's gaze that gave Maret hope.

"See on imekaunis," ütles kriitik lõpuks.

"This is stunning," the critic finally said.

"Nii õrn ja isiklik.

"So delicate and personal.

Olete suutnud kevade hõbeda hinge tabada."

You've managed to capture the silvery spirit of spring."

Vaatamata vihmale, mis peagi sadama hakkas, kogus Maret'i töö tähelepanu ja tunnustust.

Despite the rain that soon began to fall, Maret's work received attention and recognition.

Inimesed tulid ja seisid tema pildi ees, kostes komplimente ja küsides tema teisi töid.

People came and stood in front of her picture, offering compliments and asking about her other works.

See tõstis Maret'i enesekindlust ja ta tundis, et oli leidnud oma tõelise hääle.

This boosted Maret's confidence, and she felt she had found her true voice.

"Püsi aus oma tunnete suhtes, Maret," ütles Kalev pärast festivali lõppu.

"Stay true to your feelings, Maret," said Kalev after the festival ended.

"Ja näed, kuhu see sind viib."

"And see where it takes you."

Maret naeratas esimest korda pärast pikka aega kogu hingest.

Maret smiled with her whole heart for the first time in a long time.

Ta õppis usaldama oma sisetunnet, teades, et tõeline kunst tuleb südamest.

She learned to trust her intuition, knowing that true art comes from the heart.

Ja igal kevadel, kui Walpurgi öö taas lähenes, meenus talle, kuidas noor fotograaf oli avastanud oma teed Kadrioru pargi õitsvate kirsipuude vahel.

And every spring, when Walpurgi night approached again, she remembered how a young photographer had discovered her path among the blooming cherry trees of Kadrioru park.