Tallinna muistsete varemete vahel oli suvi lõõmamas, kui Kert kõndis aeglases tempos mööda maha jäetud teid.

Amidst the ancient ruins of Tallinn, the summer was blazing as Kert walked at a slow pace along the abandoned paths.

Köpikal märgalde vahel vangerdasid rohelised viinapuud, mis klammerdusid iidsete müüride külge.

Green grapevines wound between the stones, clinging to the ancient walls.

Ta mäletas neid aegu.

He remembered those times.

Nende mänge, seiklusi, päevade pikkusi ujumisi.

Their games, adventures, and day-long swims.

Ta ei olnud varaemetes ammu käinud.

He hadn't visited the ruins in a long time.

Maarika ja Raivo ootasid teda seal, samas paigas, kus nad olid kunagi kõik koos aega veetnud.

Maarika and Raivo were waiting for him there, in the same place where they all used to spend time together.

Kert tundis, kuidas vanad head ajad tõstsid nurgelise naeratuse tema huulile.

Kert felt the old good times bringing a crooked smile to his lips.

"Kas sa mäletad, kui palju mustikaid me ühel suvel siin sõime?"

"Do you remember how many blueberries we ate here one summer?"

hüüdis Maarika naerdes, kui Kert lähemale jõudis.

Maarika shouted laughing, as Kert came closer.

Ta oli sama särav ja elurõõmus nagu kunagi.

She was as bright and lively as ever.

"Ja kuidas me tolmu sisse kuningaid ja kuningannasid kujutasime?"

"And how we imagined kings and queens in the dust?"

Kert noogutas.

Kert nodded.

"Jah, mäletan," ütles ta.

"Yes, I remember," he said.

"Meeletult palju mustikaid ja kõigest, mis me leidnud oleme - vanad kroonid."

"So many blueberries and all we found—old crowns."

Nad naersid koos, kuid nende naeratuses peitus midagi kurvemat, midagi, mis muutis aega.

They laughed together, but within their smiles lay something more melancholy, something that transformed time.

Raivo, kes alati vaatas natukene teistsugust pilti elule, pöördus Kerti poole.

Raivo, who always viewed life a bit differently, turned to Kert.

"Nagu näed, varemed on endiselt varemed," ütles ta, kuid lisas siis rahulikult: "Aeg liikus edasi, aga meie sõprus on sama väärt."

"As you can see, ruins are still ruins," he said, but then added calmly, "Time moved on, but our friendship is just as valuable."

Kert, kuigi vaiksem ja mõtlikum, soovis midagi muud.

Kert, though quieter and more contemplative, desired something else.

Tahtis kaotatud aja taastada või vähemasti sidet tugevdada.

He wanted to reclaim lost time or at least strengthen their bond.

"Me peaksime tegema midagi, mida kunagi tegime," pakkus ta.

"We should do something we used to do," he suggested.

"Jookseme läbi metsade tagasi, nagu vanasti."

"Let's run through the woods again, like we used to."

Maarika oli kohe nõus.

Maarika agreed immediately.

"Loomulikult," hüüdsid nad kõik koos üllatuse helistustes ja naersid tammepuude all.

"Of course," they all shouted together in tones of surprise and laughed under the oak trees.

Ent siis tuli äike.

But then a thunderstorm came.

Paistis tume pilv ja varsti hakkas sadama.

A dark cloud appeared, and soon it started to rain.

Vihm lõi nagu kivimurd üle kõikide varemete ja nad pidid kiiresti varju otsima.

The rain poured like a rockfall over all the ruins, and they had to quickly seek shelter.

Nad leidsid lõpuks väikese koopa, kuhu nad end sisse sebisid, märjana ja lõõtsutades.

They finally found a small cave where they squeezed in, wet and panting.

Koopa varjus, vihma trummeldamas nende pea kohal, vaatas Kert sõpradele otsa.

In the shelter of the cave, with the rain drumming above their heads, Kert looked at his friends.

"Mul on teid väga igatsenud," ütles ta lõpuks, oma häält kergitades.

"I’ve really missed you," he finally said, raising his voice.

"Meie ka sind, Kert," vastas Maarika, samal ajal kui Raivo sammus samme lähemale, et pakkuda tugevat kallistust.

"We've missed you too, Kert," Maarika replied, while Raivo stepped closer to offer a strong hug.

Ja seal, mõnesaja-aastaste seinte varjus, istusid nad sõnades, mida vihm täitis meloodilise sosinaga.

And there, in the shadow of walls hundreds of years old, they sat with words filled by the melodic whisper of the rain.

Nad rääkisid oma eludest, kus nad on olnud ja kuhu tahavad minna.

They talked about their lives, where they’d been and where they wanted to go.

Sõbrad said taas lähedaseks.

The friends grew close again.

Nad mõistsid, et kuigi aeg on edasi liikunud, ei pidanud nende side samaga kaduma.

They understood that although time had moved on, their bond didn’t have to fade.

Vanad mälestused segunesid uute naerudega.

Old memories fused with new laughter.

Vihm Vaikset kadus.

The rain eventually faded away.

Kõik kolm kõndisid Tallinna varemetest välja, rahu südames.

All three walked out of the ruins of Tallinn, peace in their hearts.

Kert mõistis, et tõeline sõprus säilib, kui seda hoidma jäädakse.

Kert realized that true friendship endures if you hold on to it.

Ning mõnikord oli just vaja ühte suvist äikeseilma, et seda uuesti leida.

And sometimes, it just took one summer thunderstorm to rediscover it.