Zem vēlā ziemas saules gaismas biju Bright Tirgus laukums.

Under the late winter sun's light, I was at Bright Market Square.

Krāsns āboli un smaržīgie ziedi rotāja stendus.

Oven-baked apples and fragrant flowers adorned the stalls.

Šajā rosīgajā vietā Māris bija atradis mierinājumu.

In this bustling place, Māris had found solace.

Viņš bija dedzīgs vidusskolnieks ar lielu kaislību pret Latvijas folkloru.

He was an eager high school student with a great passion for Latvian folklore.

Tomēr, viņa bailes uzstāties citu priekšā draudēja viņa projektam par vēsturi.

However, his fear of performing in front of others threatened his history project.

Māris gribēja prezentēt savu projektu par Latvijas folkloru.

Māris wanted to present his project on Latvian folklore.

Viņš cerēja, ka varēs uzvarēt savas bailes un runāt ar pārliecību.

He hoped that he could overcome his fears and speak with confidence.

Luka un Kristaps, Māra draugi, bieži nāca pie Tirgus, un iedrošināja viņu.

Luka and Kristaps, Māris's friends, often came to the market and encouraged him.

"Tu vari to izdarīt, Māri," Liga smaidīja, pasniedzot karstu piparmētru tēju.

"You can do it, Māri," Līga smiled, handing him a hot mint tea.

Kristaps piekrita, "Pacenties, un viss izdosies.

Kristaps agreed, "Make an effort, and everything will succeed."

"Katru vakaru pēc skolas, Māris devās uz Tirgu.

Every evening after school, Māris went to the market.

Viņš praktizēja savas runas starp smaidīgajiem pārdevējiem un draudzīgajiem pircējiem.

He practiced his speeches among the smiling vendors and friendly buyers.

Tirgus šņācināja un sprakšķēja, atbalsodams Māra balsi.

The market buzzed and crackled, echoing Māris's voice.

Viņš jauta stāstus par Lāčplēsi un Spīdolu.

He inquired about stories of Lāčplēsis and Spīdola.

Šo stāstu maģija uzvedināja viņam uz drosmi.

The magic of these stories inspired him with courage.

Dienā, kad bija jāprezentē projektā, Māra rokas viegli trīcēja, taču viņš atcerējās savus neskaitāmos mēģinājumus tirgū.

On the day when the project was to be presented, Māris's hands trembled slightly, but he remembered his countless rehearsals in the market.

Stāvēdams klases priekšā, viņš sākumā aizmirsa savus sagatavotos vārdus.

Standing in front of the class, he initially forgot his prepared words.

Sirds sitās kā traks.

His heart pounded like crazy.

Taču tad, viņa domās atausa Tirgus gaismas un smaržas.

But then, the lights and smells of the market came back to him in his thoughts.

Viņš spēja aizvērt acis un iztēloties zemeņu un ceriņu aromātu.

He was able to close his eyes and imagine the scent of strawberries and lilacs.

Māris sāka stāstīt brīnišķīgus Latvijas zināmus stāstus.

Māris began to tell wonderful stories well-known in Latvia.

Ar katru burtu viņš kļuva arvien drošāks.

With each word, he grew more confident.

Klase klusēja un klausījās ar interesi.

The class was silent and listened with interest.

Pat skolotāja, kura bija stingra, arvien vairāk uzsmaidīja.

Even the teacher, who was strict, gradually smiled more.

Kad Māris beidza, klase uzgavilēja un aplaudēja.

When Māris finished, the class cheered and applauded.

Skolotāja pagriezās pret viņu, "Labi darbi, Māri.

The teacher turned to him, "Well done, Māri.

Tavs stāsts aizskāra mūsu sirdis.

Your story touched our hearts."

" Māris jutās lepns un atvieglots.

Māris felt proud and relieved.

Viņš bija pacēlies pāri savām bailēm un guvis panākumus.

He had risen above his fears and succeeded.

Tagad Māris zināja, ka viņš var uzvarēt savas bailes un līdzdalīt savus stāstus.

Now Māris knew that he could overcome his fears and share his stories.

Tirgus bija bijis viņa palīgs, un viņš turpināja apmeklēt to ar ģimenes sajūtu.

The market had been his helper, and he continued to visit it with a sense of family.

Viņa balss bija stipra, un viņš bija gatavs dalīties tajā ar pasauli.

His voice was strong, and he was ready to share it with the world.