Hory boli tiché.

The mountains were silent.

Len vietor šepkal medzi stromami.

Only the wind whispered among the trees.

Marek, Jana a Zuzana kráčali po úzkej cestičke v Tatrách.

Marek, Jana, and Zuzana walked along a narrow path in the Tatry.

Slnko svietilo na ich tváre, ale čierne oblaky sa približovali rýchlo.

The sun shone on their faces, but dark clouds approached quickly.

Búrka sa blížila.

A storm was coming.

Marek, skúsený turistický sprievodca, viedol skupinu.

Marek, an experienced tour guide, led the group.

Jeho srdce bilo rýchlejšie, lebo mal tajnú obavu z búrok.

His heart beat faster because he had a secret fear of storms.

Videl padať strom, keď bol ešte malý chlapec.

He had seen a tree fall when he was a little boy.

Jana kráčala za ním, chcela zabudnúť na posledné ťažké dni.

Jana walked behind him, wanting to forget the difficult days she had recently experienced.

Zuzana uzatvárala skupinku, neustále s fotoaparátom v ruke. Hľadala dokonalý záber.

Zuzana brought up the rear, always with a camera in hand, searching for the perfect shot.

Prvý hrmenie ich zaskočilo.

The first thunder startled them.

"Mali by sme sa vrátiť," povedal Marek.

"We should turn back," said Marek.

Ale Zuzana nepočúvala.

But Zuzana didn't listen.

"Ešte chvíľku," prosila, "chcem tú fotku."

"Just a little longer," she pleaded, "I want that photo."

Marek vedel, že búrka je nebezpečná.

Marek knew the storm was dangerous.

Ale Zuzanin nadšený výraz ho zmiatol.

But Zuzana's enthusiastic expression confused him.

Vietor silnel a dážď začínal padať.

The wind grew stronger, and rain began to fall.

Cesta bola klzká.

The path was slippery.

"Poďme!" snažil sa Marek presvedčiť svoju partiu.

"Let's go!" Marek tried to persuade his group.

Zuzana odložila fotoaparát, ale stále váhala.

Zuzana put down the camera but still hesitated.

Práve vtedy blesk zasiahol neďaleký strom.

Just then, lightning struck a nearby tree.

Oheň.

Fire.

Zápach dymu.

The smell of smoke.

Marekov strach prerástol všetkých, ale musel konať.

Marek's fear outweighed everything, but he had to act.

Pustil sa do akcie.

He sprang into action.

"Pod tým veľkým skalným previsom hľadajme úkryt!" zakričal nad hučaním vetra.

"Let's find shelter under that large rock overhang!" he shouted over the roaring wind.

Deti stromov šumeli a skaly ponúkali útočisko.

The leaves of the trees rustled and the rocks offered shelter.

Tam sa skryli a čakali.

That's where they hid and waited.

Búrka zúrila, ale boli v bezpečí.

The storm raged, but they were safe.

V tme oblakov Marek našiel silu, ktorú nečakal.

In the darkness of the clouds, Marek found strength he didn't expect.

Ostatných utešoval: "Spolu to zvládneme."

He reassured the others, "We'll get through this together."

Keď búrka pominula, pomaly sa vrátili na cestičku.

When the storm passed, they slowly returned to the path.

Zuzana vytiahla fotoaparát a vyfotila dúhu, ktorá sa vytvorila po daždi.

Zuzana took out her camera and photographed the rainbow that had formed after the rain.

Bol to úchvatný záber.

It was a breathtaking shot.

Cestou dolu sa smiali a rozprávali.

On their way down, they laughed and talked.

Marek sa cítil inak.

Marek felt different.

Cítil sa odvážnejší a sebaistejší.

He felt braver and more confident.

Búrka, ktorej sa tak bál, mu pomohla zmeniť sa.

The storm he feared so much had helped him change.

A keď sa obzrel späť na Tatry, usmial sa.

And when he looked back at the Tatry, he smiled.

Spolu úspešne prešli skúškou.

Together, they had successfully passed the test.

A Zuzana? Vyhrala súťaž s tou nádhernou fotkou, ktorú nesnívala ani vo sne.

And Zuzana? She won a contest with that beautiful photo she hadn’t even dreamed of.

Každý mal svoju malú výhru.

Everyone had their little victory.

Strach a neistotu nahradilo priateľstvo a pocit nového začiatku.

Fear and uncertainty were replaced by friendship and a sense of a new beginning.