Suvepäike langes soojalt üle Kogukonna Külakooli jaheda kiviseina.

The summer sun fell warmly over the cool stone wall of the Kogukonna Külakool.

Oli suvine koolifestivali ettevalmistuse nädal, ning küla lapsed olid elevil.

It was the week of preparation for the summer school festival, and the village children were excited.

Kert, neljateistkümneaastane tüdruk täis energiat ja ideid, jooksis ringi kooliõues.

Kert, a fourteen-year-old girl full of energy and ideas, ran around the schoolyard.

Ta teadis, et see festival peab olema eriline, täis naeru ja rõõmu, et kõik külaelanikud kokku tuua.

She knew that this festival had to be special, filled with laughter and joy, to bring all the villagers together.

Kert istus pingil ja koostas nimekirja vajalikest asjadest: vanad lilled ümberistutamiseks, paljad puiduplaadid letiks ning papist kaunistused.

Kert sat on a bench and made a list of necessary items: old flowers for replanting, bare wooden planks for counters, and cardboard decorations.

Maarika, tema hea sõbranna, astus ligi, käes arutlused eelarve ja logistika kohta.

Maarika, her good friend, approached with discussions about the budget and logistics in hand.

"Meil on vaja rohkem materjale," ütles Maarika praktiliselt, pilk pabereil.

"We need more materials," said Maarika practically, her eyes on the papers.

"Aga raha on vähe."

"But there's little money."

"Me teeme nutikalt," kinnitas Kert, pilk aga kaugemale suunatud.

"We'll make do smartly," assured Kert, her gaze directed further away.

Ta märkas Jaani, pooltuttavat, istumas eemal.

She noticed Jaan, a somewhat unfamiliar schoolmate, sitting at a distance.

Poiss oli uus koolis ja hoidis enamasti omaette.

The boy was new to the school and mostly kept to himself.

Kert mõtles hetkeks ja siis leidis viisi, kuidas teda kaasata.

Kert thought for a moment and then found a way to involve him.

"Maarika, kas Jaan teab lugusid?"

"Maarika, does Jaan know stories?"

küsis ta, mandli kujuline silm uudishimulik.

she asked, her almond-shaped eyes curious.

Maarika noogutas.

Maarika nodded.

"Viimati rääkis ta mingist vapperast karjas uudisteklassis.

"He recently told a story about a brave shepherd in news class.

Kõik olid kuulamas."

Everyone was listening."

Kert naeratas laialt.

Kert smiled widely.

"Teeme temast festivali osa."

"Let's make him a part of the festival."

Päevad möödusid kiirelt.

The days passed quickly.

Maarika ja Kert koostasid plaanid, koristasid hoovi ja kaunistasid lavad vanade lina- ja sitsriietega.

Maarika and Kert made plans, cleaned the yard, and decorated the stages with old linens and chintz fabrics.

Jaaniga vesteldes suutsid nad panna tema jututund festivali kavva.

Talking with Jaan, they managed to schedule his storytelling session into the festival program.

Väikene narratiiviplats puu all, mis oli täpselt selline intiimne koht, kus kõik kuulda võis.

A small narrative spot under a tree, which was just the kind of intimate place where everyone could hear.

Laupäeva pärastlõunal kogunes kogu küla kooliõue.

On Saturday afternoon, the entire village gathered in the schoolyard.

Lõhnav suvetuul viipas järvesiluette ja heinamaade sätendusi.

The fragrant summer wind waved silhouettes of the lake and the glimmer of meadows.

Maarika juhtis toitlustust ning Kert seadis korda mänge.

Maarika managed the catering, and Kert arranged the games.

Inimesed naeratasid, jagasid omavahel meepirukaid ja kodust karastusjooki.

People smiled, sharing honey pies and homemade soft drinks.

Kuid tõeline ime sündis, kui kätte jõudis Jaani etteaste aeg.

But the real miracle happened when it was time for Jaan's performance.

Ta astus ette, veidi kartlikult, vaadates ootavaid silmi.

He stepped forward, slightly apprehensive, looking at the expectant eyes.

Alguses kõhkles, kuid siis hakkas rääkima.

At first, he hesitated, but then he began to speak.

Tema hääl oli rahulik ja selge.

His voice was calm and clear.

Lugu imelises konnast ja kiitisusest haaras kõik kuulama.

The story of the miraculous frog and its praise captivated everyone.

Kõigi pilgud suundusid temale, lummatud tema sõnalistest maaliis.

All eyes turned to him, enchanted by his verbal imagery.

Nagu oleks jahedad tuuled nende päritolu teadmata kogunud end rannale.

It was as if the cool winds had gathered from unknown origins to the shore.

Tema jutt oli festivali tipphetk.

His story was the pinnacle of the festival.

Õhtu vajus ja seda saatmas rõõmus sumin.

The evening settled in, accompanied by a joyful hum.

Kert istus pingil, rahul ja õnnelik.

Kert sat on a bench, content and happy.

Festivali lõppedes tulid Maarika ja Jaan tema kõrvale istuma.

As the festival ended, Maarika and Jaan came to sit beside her.

Jaan naeratas päris esimest korda, tundes end justkui osana sellest väikest külast.

Jaan smiled for the very first time, feeling like a true part of this small village.

"Kõik läks hästi," ütles Kert, piiludes sõpru.

"Everything went well," said Kert, glancing at her friends.

"Me tegime seda koos ja see oli fantastiline."

"We did it together, and it was fantastic."

Maarika noogutas.

Maarika nodded.

"Ja tänu Jaani lugudele, oli kõigil midagi unustamatult ilusat kuulda."

"And thanks to Jaan's stories, everyone had something unforgettably beautiful to listen to."

Jaan punastas kergelt, kuid ta silmad särasid enesekindlalt ja rahulolevalt.

Jaan blushed slightly, but his eyes shone with confidence and satisfaction.

Ta teadis, et nüüdseks oli tal siin sõpru ning koht, kuhu kuuluda.

He knew that by now, he had friends here and a place to belong.

Kert õppis päeva lõpuks, et igal inimesel on eriline anne ja koos suudetakse suuri asju korda saata.

Kert learned by the end of the day that everyone has a special gift, and together great things can be achieved.

Nii lõppeski kuulus Kogukonna Külakooli suvefestival kõlama paiiks, lilled lõhnasid ja sõprused kasvasid veelgi tugevamaks.

Thus, the famous summer festival of Kogukonna Külakool ended with a harmonious note, the flowers fragranced, and friendships grew even stronger.