Haapsalu lossi varemetes hingas suvi omas rütmis.

Summer breathed in its own rhythm among the ruins of Haapsalu castle.

Tarmo vaatas üle vana müüri ja tundis, kuidas päikesekiired paitasid tema nahka.

Tarmo looked over the old wall and felt the sunbeams caress his skin.

Lilled lõhnasid meeldivalt ja tekitasid maheda atmosfääri selles unustatud paigas.

Flowers emitted a pleasant fragrance, creating a gentle atmosphere in this forgotten place.

Tema kõrval seisis Maarika, kelle silmad särasid, kui ta rääkis iidsetest lugudest, mida vanaema oli talle jutustanud.

Beside him stood Maarika, whose eyes sparkled as she spoke about ancient stories her grandmother had told her.

"Näed, Maarika, siin see on," ütles Tarmo, hoides käes vana päevikut.

"Look, Maarika, here it is," said Tarmo, holding an old journal in his hands.

See oli tolmune, kuid hoolimata ajahammaste puretusest, oli tekst ikka veel loetav.

It was dusty, but despite the wear of time, the text was still readable.

Maarika kortsutas kulmu, vaadates vanu kirju.

Maarika furrowed her brow as she examined the old writings.

"See on tõesti haruldane leid, Tarmo," märkis Maarika, uurides päevikut lähemalt.

"This is truly a rare find, Tarmo," remarked Maarika, inspecting the journal more closely.

Tema aastatuhandete tagust folkloori ihkavad silmad uurisid iga sõna.

Her eyes, yearning for millennia-old folklore, scrutinized every word.

Päevikus oli juttu mõistatusest, mille tähendus jäi tänasel päeval saladuseks.

The journal spoke of a mystery whose meaning remains a secret to this day.

"Nii et sa arvad, et saame selle mõistatuse lahendada?"

"So, do you think we can solve this mystery?"

küsis Tarmo, tundes kerget sisemist kahtlust.

Tarmo asked, feeling a slight internal doubt.

Ta teadis, et paljud teised arheoloogid vaataksid tema avastust üleolevalt.

He knew that many other archaeologists would look down on his discovery.

"Kuskil päeviku märkmetes peitub vastus," vastas Maarika kindlalt.

"The answer lies somewhere in the journal's notes," Maarika replied confidently.

"Võib-olla on see seotud vana lossi ehitamise looga."

"Maybe it's related to the story of the old castle's construction."

Tarmo noogutas, usaldades Maarikat.

Tarmo nodded, trusting Maarika.

Nad istusid varemete keskel, päeviku lehti uurides.

They sat among the ruins, studying the pages of the journal.

Koos mõtlesid nad üle mõistatuse ridade, mis olid kirjutatud haruldase skriptiga.

Together they pondered over the lines of the mystery, written in a rare script.

Aja jooksul kogunes pinge.

Over time, tension gathered.

Päevast sai pärastlõuna ja pärastlõunast õhtu.

Day turned to afternoon, and afternoon to evening.

Nende ümber kahanes valgesse kaugenääts, kui äkitselt tabas neid tunne, nagu keegi jälgiks neid.

Around them, the fading light withdrew when suddenly they got a sense that someone was watching them.

"Psst, kuule, Maarika," sosistas Tarmo hoiatavalt ja osutas mehele, kes oli varjus, pealt kuulanud nende arutelud.

"Psst, hey, Maarika," Tarmo whispered warningly, pointing to a man who had been eavesdropping on their discussions from the shadows.

Mees astus sammu lähemale, nägin oma aastas ringi vaatavat pilku.

The man took a step closer, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Te ei ole ainsad, kes selle päeviku vastu huvi tunnevad," ütles mees.

"You are not the only ones interested in this journal," said the man.

"See mõistatus on mind kaua jälitanud."

"This mystery has followed me for a long time."

Maarika sirutas käe outuks päeviku järele ja hakkas kiiresti lehti lehitsema.

Maarika reached for the journal with urgency and began quickly flipping through its pages.

"Me ei saa aega raisata," ütles ta ähvardava häälvarjundiga.

"We can't waste time," she said with a threatening tone.

"Tarmo, vaata siia!"

"Tarmo, look here!"

Koos mõistsid nad lõpuks päeviku viimase mõistatuse.

Together, they finally understood the journal's final riddle.

See viitas lossi kindla koha peatumispunktile - väiksele kivile, mis suhtles salakaubaga.

It pointed to a specific stopping point in the castle—a small stone connected to smuggling.

Närviliselt avas Tarmo varjatud luugi.

Nervously, Tarmo opened a hidden hatch.

Seest paljastusid hõbe esemed, vanad mündid ja medaljonid ning kummitav pilk lossi ehtsatele ajaloolistele esemetel.

Inside were revealed silver items, old coins, medallions, and an eerie glimpse into the castle's authentic historical artifacts.

Tarmo ja Maarika hingasid kergendatult ja vaatasid uhkusega oma avastust.

Tarmo and Maarika breathed a sigh of relief and looked proudly at their discovery.

Tarmo oli leidnud enesekindluse, mida ta vajas, ja Maarika oli saanud kinnituse oma vanaema lugude tõelisusest.

Tarmo found the confidence he needed, and Maarika received confirmation of the truth in her grandmother's stories.

Teatrix kalleise: see elaseid meie ajalugu taas mõista.

This treasure allowed them to understand our history anew.

Nüüd oli nende avastus osa sellest oodatud pärandist.

Now, their discovery was part of this anticipated heritage.