Kristjan vaatas läbi külmunud akna jääkatte all olevat Pühajärve.

Kristjan looked through the frozen window at the snow-covered Pühajärv.

Tohutu vaikus ja lumemütsid männipuude okstel tekitasid rahu, mida oli raske ignoreerida.

The immense silence and snow caps on the pine branches created a peace that was hard to ignore.

Maarika seisis tema kõrval, käes vanad fotoalbumid.

Maarika stood next to him, holding old photo albums.

"Näed, Kristjan," ütles Maarika, avades esimese albumi.

"Look, Kristjan," said Maarika, opening the first album.

"Meie lapsepõlve suved.

"Our childhood summers.

Me siin järve ääres jooksmas ja ujumas."

Us running and swimming by the lake."

Kristjan ohkas.

Kristjan sighed.

"Maarika, ma tean, aga see maja on kulu.

"Maarika, I know, but this house is an expense.

Mul on omad mured."

I have my own worries."

Maarika pööras lehti.

Maarika turned the pages.

Fotod täitsid ruumi ajavaimu ja nende naeru kajasid läbi aja.

The photos filled the room with the spirit of the times, and their laughter echoed through the years.

"Kulu on tühine, kui mõelda, kui palju see koht meile tähendab," vastas Maarika vaikselt.

"The cost is trivial when you think about how much this place means to us," Maarika replied quietly.

Kaksikud astusid välja veranda uksele.

The twins stepped out onto the veranda.

Ilm oli külm, nende hingeõhk aurus ja every step crushed snow, kaja levis üle jää.

The weather was cold, their breath turned to mist, and every step crushed snow, echoing over the ice.

Kristjan saatis Maarika pilku, mis suundus väikesele vanale puule järve ääres.

Kristjan followed Maarika's gaze, which was directed at the small old tree by the lake.

"See on meie puu, Kristjan," ütles Maarika.

"This is our tree, Kristjan," said Maarika.

"Siis kui olime lapsed, nikerdasime siia südame ja meie initsiaalid.

"When we were children, we carved a heart and our initials here.

Mäletad?"

Remember?"

"Tõesti?"

"Really?"

tõusis inetrigeeritus Kristjani hääles, astudes lähemale.

intrigue arose in Kristjan's voice as he stepped closer.

Südamekujuline nikerdus oli seal, kuid osaliselt katnud lumi ja jää.

The heart-shaped carving was there, partially covered by snow and ice.

Sügavad jooned meenutasid aegu, kui nad olid muredeta, õnnelikud ja koos.

The deep lines reminded them of times when they were carefree, happy, and together.

"Miks sa arvad, et see on midagi, mida võime kaotada?"

"Why do you think this is something we can lose?"

küsimused Maarika, umbes.

asked Maarika, approximately.

Kristjan vaikis hetkeks, tundes külma käivitavana mälestusi.

Kristjan was silent for a moment, feeling the cold trigger memories.

Mälestusi võistlustest, esimestest kalastustundidest, öistest õuduslugudest magamiskotistest... Kõik need olid juurdunud seal majakeses.

Memories of competitions, first fishing lessons, nighttime horror stories in sleeping bags... All these were rooted in that little house.

"Loodan, et sa saad sellest aru," saatis Maarika oma venda, vaatamata talle otsa, tundes nendevahelist pilgevust.

"I hope you understand," Maarika sent to her brother, without looking at him, feeling the closeness between them.

Imetud emotsioon ja vanu häid aegu, Kristjan teadis, et ei saa neid kilde vahetada.

Drawn by emotion and old good times, Kristjan knew he couldn't exchange these fragments.

Ta tahtis tugevaid läbikäimisi toetada ja mitte neid hävitada müügi teel.

He wanted to support strong connections and not destroy them by selling.

"Maarika," ütles Kristjan tasakesi.

"Maarika," said Kristjan softly.

"Ma sain aru.

"I understand.

Me peame leidma viisi, kuidas see koht meie perekonnas hoida."

We have to find a way to keep this place in our family."

Maarika silmad särasid pisaratest.

Maarika's eyes sparkled with tears.

"Tõsiselt?"

"Seriously?"

"Jah," noogutas Kristjan.

"Yes," Kristjan nodded.

"Mul tuleb leida lahendus.

"I have to find a solution.

Võib-olla üürida suviti välja.

Maybe rent it out in the summers.

See võiks töötada, kutse võiks jääda meie perre."

That could work, the invitation could stay in our family."

Kaksikud seisid ja vaatasid järve üle, et kõik tundus võimalik.

The twins stood and looked over the lake, and everything seemed possible.

Järve jää pinnal peegelduv taevas lubas igavest rahu.

The sky reflected on the lake's icy surface promised eternal peace.

Kirgastunud Kristjan tundis, et laside vahel pole enam tühjust ega arusaamatust.

An enlightened Kristjan felt that there was no longer emptiness or misunderstanding between them.

Südant soojendava naeratusega Maarika surus oma venna kätt.

With a heartwarming smile, Maarika squeezed her brother's hand.

Külm tuul tõusis järve kohal, kuid nende ees avanes uus peatükk.

A cold wind rose over the lake, but a new chapter opened before them.

Mälestused säilisid, ja Kristjani rahu püsis endine – see oli väärt rohkem kui raha.

Memories remained, and Kristjan's peace remained unchanged – it was worth more than money.