Tallinna vanalinn ulatus sügisese päikesevalguse all laiali nagu elav ajalugu.

The old town of Tallinn spread out under the autumn sunlight like living history.

Kivisillutised olid lehtedest kuldkollased ja punased, tuul puhus üle vanade majade katuste.

The stone pavements were golden yellow and red from the leaves, and the wind blew over the roofs of the old houses.

Õpilased liikusid läbi kitsaste tänavate, imetledes keskajast säilinud kauneid vaateid ja hoonete kumerusi.

Students moved through the narrow streets, admiring the beautiful sights and curves of the buildings preserved from the Middle Ages.

Katri kõndis grupi tagaotsas.

Katri walked at the back of the group.

Tema mõtted olid sügavamad kui lihtsalt vaatamisväärsused.

Her thoughts were deeper than just the sights.

Ta mängis mõttes piltidega, mida oli ajaloo raamatutest näinud.

She was mentally playing with the images she had seen in history books.

Ta tahtis rohkem teada saada oma kodulinna rikkalikust minevikust.

She wanted to learn more about her hometown's rich past.

Midagi tähtsat, midagi, mis ühendaks ta Tallinnaga sügavamalt kui lihtsalt tavaline tuttavus.

Something important, something that would connect her to Tallinn more deeply than just a superficial acquaintance.

"Mikko, vaata seda torni!"

"Mikko, look at that tower!"

hüüdis Liisa, viidates Koluvamäe tornile.

Liisa called out, pointing to the Koluvamäe tower.

Mikko naeris ja vastas naljaga, aga Katri ei kuulanud neid enam.

Mikko laughed and responded with a joke, but Katri was no longer listening to them.

Tema fookus liikus hoopis sellele, et leida midagi isiklikumat.

Her focus shifted to finding something more personal.

Klassikaaslaste lärmakas seltskond muutus talle üha võõramaks.

The noisy company of her classmates was becoming increasingly foreign to her.

Katri võttis südame rindu.

Katri gathered her courage.

Tema silmad vilksatasid haljastunud siseõue poole, kust ta teadis, et jalutades saab leida varjatud kohti.

Her eyes flickered toward a green inner courtyard, from where she knew she could find hidden spots by walking.

Käes oli moment – võimalus.

The moment had come—the opportunity.

Ta hingas sügavalt sisse ja keeras kõrvaltänavale, mis sildistas end vana krohviga kaetud kiviseinale.

She took a deep breath and turned onto a side street, marked on an old plaster-covered stone wall.

Selle küljes rippus väike silt, mida teised õpilased ei näinud.

There hung a small sign that the other students did not see.

Ta leidis end vaiksel, varjatul kõrvaltänaval.

She found herself on a quiet, hidden side street.

Katri süda hakkas kiiremini lööma, kui talle meenus, mida ta sellest kohast lugenud oli.

Katri's heart began to beat faster as she remembered what she had read about this place.

Tänava lõpus, kergelt sammaldunud kiviseinal nägi ta väikest, peaaegu peidetud tahvlit.

At the end of the street, on a slightly moss-covered stone wall, she saw a small, almost concealed plaque.

See oli pühendatud Tiina Waerlandile – ajaloolisele tegelasele, keda Katri oli saladuskatte all imetlenud.

It was dedicated to Tiina Waerland – a historical figure whom Katri had secretly admired.

Ta silmad särasid rõõmust, kui ta luges tahvli pealt nimed ja kuupäevad.

Her eyes shone with joy as she read the names and dates on the plaque.

Katri tundis, kuidas kivi koormas sai leebemaks ja kohalik ajalugu muutus osaks tema enda lugu.

Katri felt the weight of the stone become lighter and the local history become a part of her own story.

See hetk pakkus talle südames leidmise- ja mõistmisrõõmu.

This moment offered her the joy of discovery and understanding in her heart.

Katri naasis grupi juurde, sammudes mööda, kus Mikko ja Liisa jätkasid lõbusat juttu.

Katri returned to the group, walking past where Mikko and Liisa continued their lively chat.

Tema sisemine sära muutis teda julgemaks ja avatumaks.

Her inner glow made her bolder and more open.

Ta teadis nüüd, et vanalinn on tema oma – mitte ainult majade, vaid ka talletatud lugude kaudu.

She knew now that the old town was hers—not just through the buildings but also through the stories preserved there.

Õpilasgrupiga ühinedes naeratas Katri kergemalt.

Rejoining the student group, Katri smiled more lightly.

Ta tundis end kodus ja oli uhke oma avastuse üle.

She felt at home and was proud of her discovery.

Ta oli leidnud osa enda loost ajaloos ning see oli tema jaoks hindamatu.

She had found a part of her own story in history, and it was priceless to her.

Järgmine kord, kui ajalootundidel istuda, jagaks Katri enesekindlalt ja uhkusega seda, mida oli õppinud ja leidnud.

Next time, when sitting in history class, Katri would confidently and proudly share what she had learned and found.

Vanalinn kätkes sajaid lugusid, mis ootasid avastamist.

The old town held hundreds of stories waiting to be discovered.

Täna oli Katri avastanud oma loo – loo, mida tal oli hea meel jagada.

Today, Katri had discovered her story—a story she was happy to share.

Tallinn oli tema linn ja nüüdsest ka tubli osa tema hinge.

Tallinn was her city, and from now on, a solid part of her soul.