Na Tromostovju je bilo tisto popoldne čarobno.

That afternoon on the Tromostovje was magical.

Jesenske listje je plesalo pod nogami mimoidočih, ki so se našli na mostu, oblečeni v fantazijske kostume.

Autumn leaves danced under the feet of passers-by who found themselves on the bridge, dressed in fantasy costumes.

Luči so nežno osvetljevale stare mostove, Ljubljana pa je bila pripravljena na praznovanje Halloween-a.

Lights gently illuminated the old bridges, and Ljubljana was ready to celebrate Halloween.

Bojan, profesor književnosti, je hodil po mostu.

Bojan, a literature professor, was walking across the bridge.

V srcu je čutil praznino.

He felt an emptiness in his heart.

Najti je želel navdih, ki bi oživil njegove besede.

He wanted to find inspiration that would revive his words.

Ljubljanska zgodovina ga vedno privlači, a zdaj je bil v ustvarjalnem krču.

The history of Ljubljana always attracted him, but now he was in a creative block.

Na Tromostovju je iskal dušo mesta, ki bi lahko prižgala iskrico v njem.

On the Tromostovje, he sought the soul of the city that could ignite a spark within him.

Marjeta je ravno končala dolgo izmeno v lokalni ambulanti.

Marjeta had just finished a long shift at the local clinic.

Potrebovala je svež zrak in sprehod po mostu je bil kot nalašč.

She needed some fresh air, and a walk on the bridge was just perfect.

S sabo je imela majhno medicinsko torbo - po navadi, če bi kdo potreboval pomoč.

She carried a small medical bag with her—just in case anyone needed help.

V srcu je tlela želja po raziskovanju starih ljudskih zgodb, a obveznosti so bile povsod.

In her heart, there was a lingering desire to explore old folk tales, but obligations were everywhere.

Bojan se je ustavil na sredini mostu.

Bojan stopped in the middle of the bridge.

Opazoval je reko in ljudi okoli sebe.

He watched the river and the people around him.

A nenadoma, zmeden zaradi množice in s pritiskom na prsih, je izgubil zavest.

But suddenly, confused by the crowd and with pressure on his chest, he lost consciousness.

Marjeta, ki je bila le nekaj metrov stran, je takoj opazila padec.

Marjeta, who was only a few meters away, immediately noticed the fall.

Brez pomisleka je stekla k njemu.

Without hesitation, she ran to him.

"Bojan, ste v redu?

"Bojan, are you okay?"

" je vprašala, ko ga je previdno podprla.

she asked as she carefully supported him.

Njene medicinske veščine so hitro zavzele nadzor, merila je njegov pulz in počasi ga dvignila na klop blizu mostu.

Her medical skills quickly took over; she measured his pulse and slowly lifted him onto a bench near the bridge.

Ko se je Bojan vrnil k sebi, je bila Marjeta še vedno ob njem, skrbna in topla.

When Bojan regained consciousness, Marjeta was still by his side, caring and warm.

"Hvala, mislim, da sem bil preobremenjen," je priznal sramotno.

"Thank you, I think I was overwhelmed," he admitted sheepishly.

"Zgodilo se je," je rekla Marjeta, "Halloween norija je vsepovsod.

"It happens," Marjeta said.

Bi radi slišali kakšno zgodbo z duhom?

"The Halloween craze is everywhere.

" Dodala je z nasmeškom, da bi ga potolažila.

Would you like to hear a ghost story?"

Bojan je prikimal, in tako se je začela njuna razprava.

she added with a smile to comfort him.

Marjeta je govorila o starodavnih slovenskih pravljicah, o skrivnostih gozda, ki jih je raziskovala za projekt.

Bojan nodded, and thus began their conversation.

Bojan je govoril o poeziji in zgodovini mesta, ki je bila povsod okoli njiju.

Marjeta spoke about ancient Slovenian fairy tales, about the mysteries of the forest she was researching for a project.

Njune besede so tekle kakor reka pod mostom, mirno in spontano.

Bojan talked about poetry and the city's history, which surrounded them.

Ko sta končala pogovor, sta oba našla nekaj, kar sta iskala.

Their words flowed like the river under the bridge, calm and spontaneous.

Bojan je bil navdihnjen, moči so mu podelile sveže zamisli, kako v svojem pisanju povezati zgodovino in magijo.

When they finished their conversation, both had found something they were looking for.

Marjeta pa je dobila pogum, da svoja zanimanja za folkloro bolj prepleta s študijem medicine.

Bojan was inspired, his energies were replenished with fresh ideas on how to connect history and magic in his writing.

Ko sta se poslovila, je Ljubljanski večer postal še bolj čaroben.

Marjeta gained the courage to intertwine her interest in folklore more closely with her medical studies.

Tromostovje je sijalo v novem duhu, ki sta ga odkrila drug pri drugem.

As they said goodbye, the Ljubljana evening became even more magical.

Ta nepričakovani dogodek na mostu jima je dal več kot le pripovedi in pravljice;

Tromostovje glowed with a new spirit they discovered in each other.

dal jima je novo upanje in strast.

This unexpected event on the bridge gave them more than just stories and fairy tales; it gave them new hope and passion.