Kõik algas õhtul, kui taevas oli tume ja hangesid kattis värske lumi.

It all started in the evening when the sky was dark, and the snowdrifts were covered with fresh snow.

Maarja, kelle soetud sall ja kasukas pakkusid kaitset talve käredalt külma eest, astus hoogsalt üle küla tee.

Maarja, whose scarf and coat offered protection against the harsh winter cold, briskly crossed the village road.

Tema mõtted olid rasked, sest küla oli lumevangis ega saanud väljastpoolt abi.

Her thoughts were heavy, as the village was snowbound and unable to receive help from outside.

Küla oli vaikne ja rahulik, kuid see rahu peitis sügaval muret.

The village was quiet and peaceful, but this peace hid deep worry.

Maarjal oli kindel eesmärk: aidata kaasa väikese ilmakodaniku turvalisele ilmale tulemisele.

Maarja had a clear goal: to assist in the safe birth of a new member of the community.

Kuid kõige halvemal hetkel hakkas torm voogama, jättes kogu küla lume sisse vangistatuks.

But at the worst moment, a storm began to surge, leaving the entire village trapped in the snow.

"Juhan!"

"Juhan!"

hüüdis Maarja üle karmi tuule, peatudes vana puumaja ees.

cried Maarja above the harsh wind, stopping in front of an old wooden house.

Juhan ilmus uksest välja, kott peas ja naeratus näol.

Juhan appeared at the door, a cap on his head and a smile on his face.

Ta oli alati nagu naabrimehe abiline, valmis suruma varud köögikappi või aitama lund katuselt maha lükata.

He was always like a helpful neighbor, ready to store supplies in the kitchen cupboard or help shovel snow off the roof.

"Tule kiiresti, meil on abi vaja!"

"Come quickly, we need help!"

ütles Maarja, võtmesõnadel raske kaal.

Maarja said, the words heavy with urgency.

Juhan mõistis kohe olukorra tõsidust ja astus Maarjale ligi.

Juhan immediately understood the seriousness of the situation and joined Maarja.

"Sündimas on laps," lisas Maarja, viimata rohkem sõnu raisku.

"A baby is being born," Maarja added, wasting no more words.

Koos suundusid nad külapiduna majade vahel, kus soojust ja valgust oli maisest vähe.

Together, they headed through the village alleys between the houses where warmth and light were scarce.

Maarja teadis, et vanaema Anu majas oli alles vana ravimikapp, võib-olla pakkudes midagi kasulikku.

Maarja knew that in Grandma Anu's house there was an old medicine cabinet, perhaps offering something useful.

Nende sammude all krudises lumi, kuid Maarja ja Juhan ei peatunud hetkekski.

The snow crunched under their feet, but Maarja and Juhan didn't stop for a moment.

Kui nad jõudsid vanaema Anu majani, said nad sealt kiirelt kokkuvõetult mõned sidemed ja paar pudelit kummeliekstrakti.

When they reached Grandma Anu's house, they quickly gathered some bandages and a couple of bottles of chamomile extract.

Veel olulisem oli aga toetuse ja julgustuse leidmine.

Even more important was finding support and encouragement.

Vanaema Anu, kes ise oli aastakümneid tagasi ämmaemandaks olnud, pakkus kasulikke juhiseid ja julgustas Maarjat, et kõik läheb hästi, kui nad üheskoos tegutsevad.

Grandma Anu, who had once been a midwife decades ago, offered useful guidance and encouraged Maarja that everything would be fine if they worked together.

Tagasi minnes tormas Maarja sisse sünnitoas, kus olid juba süüdatud küünlad ja mõned pooled külanaised ootamas.

Returning, Maarja rushed into the birthing room, where candles were already lit, and a few of the village women were waiting.

Maarja hingas sügavalt, tundes hingetõmbel looduse jäävat ilu, aga ka raskust, mis sellega kaasnes.

Maarja took a deep breath, feeling the lasting beauty of nature but also the weight that came with it.

Ta ei olnud üksi, sest Juhan viibis tema kõrval, valmis keetma vett ja soojendama tekke.

She was not alone, for Juhan was by her side, ready to boil water and warm the blankets.

Torm muutis ööd, kuid Maarja ja Juhani jõupingutused varsti kandsid vilja.

The storm transformed the night, but Maarja and Juhan's efforts soon bore fruit.

Valud ja mured pehmendas vastsündinu nutt, kes tõi sooja valguse sinna, kus enne oli ainult talvine külmus.

The pains and worries were softened by the cries of the newborn, who brought warm light to where there had only been winter cold before.

Maarja pühkis väsinud näolt talle välja valgunud higi ja ulatas lapse õrnalt Juhanile.

Maarja wiped the sweat from her tired face and gently handed the baby to Juhan.

Juhan, kelle põsed olid külmast punased, hoidis last õrnalt nagu see oleks maailma kõige suurem ime.

Juhan, whose cheeks were red from the cold, held the child gently as if it were the greatest miracle in the world.

Maarja tajus esimest korda, kui palju nad tõepoolest olid üks kogukond.

Maarja realized for the first time how much they were truly a community.

Kui torm lõpuks taanduma hakkas, kogunesid külaelanikud ühise katuse alla.

As the storm finally began to recede, the villagers gathered under one roof.

Nad tervitasid uut elu suure kergenduse ja rõõmuga.

They welcomed the new life with great relief and joy.

Tulede sära soojendas ümbrust, ning Maarja tundis esmakordselt, et see kogukond oli tõesti tema pere asemel.

The glow of the lights warmed the surroundings, and Maarja felt for the first time that this community had truly become her family.

Juhan seisis Maarja kõrval, kõrvus kumisemas rahulolevad naeratused.

Juhan stood next to Maarja, the sound of contented smiles ringing in his ears.

Ta mõistis, et oli leidnud oma koha mitte ainult Maarja, vaid kogu küla südames.

He understood that he had found his place not only in Maarja's heart but in the heart of the entire village.

Nad olid koos üle elanud talvise tormi, ning sellest algas uus peatükk nii nende osas kui ka kogu külas.

They had weathered the winter storm together, and from this began a new chapter not only for them but for the entire village.