Tallinna vanalinn säras erksate värvidega.

The old town of Tallinn glowed with bright colors.

Oli Mardipäev, ja inimesed sammusid mööda kitsaid munakivitänavaid, naerdes ja laule laudes.

It was Mardipäev, and people were walking along the narrow cobblestone streets, laughing and singing songs.

Kõrged keskaegsed hooned seadsid müstilise meeleolu.

The tall medieval buildings set a mystical atmosphere.

Kaupo ja Maarja jalutasid rahva keskel, uurides põnevaid kostüüme ja maitsvaid hõrgutisi.

Kaupo and Maarja strolled amid the crowd, exploring fascinating costumes and delicious delicacies.

Kaupo, kaamera käes, püüdis jäädvustada rohkem kui lihtsalt pidustusi.

Kaupo, with a camera in hand, aimed to capture more than just the celebrations.

Ta soovis tabada kuulsat kummitust, mis pidi Mardipäeval viimase kirikukella saatel ilmnema.

He wanted to catch the famous ghost that was said to appear at the last church bell on Mardipäev.

Maarja, tema kõrval, pidi silmi pööritama iga kord, kui Kaupo oma ideed mainis.

Maarja, beside him, had to roll her eyes every time Kaupo mentioned his idea.

Maarja oli alati skeptiline paranormaalsete lugude suhtes, kuid kaasas sõbraga, et veidi naerda ja kuuma teed juua.

Maarja was always skeptical of paranormal stories, but she joined her friend for a bit of laughter and to drink some hot tea.

"Kaupo, selle kummituse jutud on lihtsalt vanad kuulujutud," kordas Maarja, samal ajal kui nad jõudsid Raekoja platsile.

"Kaupo, these ghost stories are just old rumors," repeated Maarja as they reached Raekoja Square.

Kuid Kaupo ei lasknud end heidutada.

But Kaupo wasn't discouraged.

Ta oli veendunud, et täna leiab ta tõendid.

He was convinced that today he would find proof.

Kellad loendasid juba üheteistkümnesid ja meeleolu ainult tõusis.

The bells were already counting eleven, and the mood only heightened.

Kui kellõõm viimaks keskööd kuulutas, vaibus rahva lustimine korraks.

When the clock finally struck midnight, the festive atmosphere paused briefly.

Just siis märkas Kaupo ehmatava varju naaberhoonelt heitumas.

Just then, Kaupo noticed a startling shadow cast from a neighboring building.

"Seal see on!"

"There it is!"

hüüatas Kaupo ja tõstis kaamera vilunult silmadele.

exclaimed Kaupo as he skillfully lifted the camera to his eyes.

Maarja vaatas üles.

Maarja looked up.

Hõõguv kuju liikus kergelt nagu tuuleõhk, kerkides ja vajudes vana Raekoja müüridel.

A glowing figure moved lightly like a breeze, rising and falling on the old Raekoja walls.

Kaupo süda tagus rööbaspuidel ja tema sõrmed vajutasid päästikule.

Kaupo's heart pounded furiously, and his fingers pressed the shutter.

Klikk!

Click!

Pilt oli udune, kuju peaaegu aimamatu.

The picture was blurry, the figure almost indiscernible.

Aga Kaupo südames põksus rõõm ja hirm koos.

But Kaupo's heart pounded with joy and fear together.

"Sain selle!"

"I got it!"

hüüdis ta triumfilt.

he shouted triumphantly.

Maarja, kes oli nüüd terve õhtu olnud kahtlev, teadis, et pildil oli midagi eriskummalist.

Maarja, who had been doubtful the whole evening, knew there was something peculiar in the photo.

"Võib-olla peaksime kummitusi rahule jätma," ütles Maarja lõpuks, kui nad aegamisi vanalinna tänavaid mööda kodupoole suundusid.

"Maybe we should leave the ghosts alone," Maarja finally said as they slowly made their way home along the old town streets.

Kaupo, kes veel kord pilti vaatas, naeratas mõistvalt.

Kaupo, looking at the picture once more, smiled understandingly.

Ta tunnetas loo väärtust.

He sensed the value of the story.

"Ehk on lugudes oma tõde," nõustus Kaupo, andes endale hetke nautida Tallinna öö müstilisi vaikusi.

"Perhaps there's some truth in the stories," agreed Kaupo, allowing himself a moment to enjoy the mystical silence of Tallinn's night.

Maarja ei saanud rääkida, kuid ta teadis, et ei jää kummitustest mõnda aega ilma.

Maarja couldn't speak, but she knew she wouldn't be without ghosts for a while.

See öö muutis nende arusaamise.

That night changed their understanding.

Mõnikord on elu parimad hetked täpselt need, mida ei saa kaamerasse püüda, vaid mida tuleb hinges kanda.

Sometimes the best moments in life are precisely those that can't be captured by a camera, but must be carried in the heart.