Dancing in the Rain: How Lars Transformed a Gloomy Day into a Joyous Celebration
FluentFiction - Danish
Dancing in the Rain: How Lars Transformed a Gloomy Day into a Joyous Celebration
Lars boede i smørhullet af Danmark, nemlig København.
Lars lived in the heart of Denmark, namely Copenhagen.
Der var masser af steder at gå, ting at se og mad at spise.
There were plenty of places to go, things to see, and food to eat.
Men i dag, havde Lars et problemer.
But today, Lars had a problem.
Himlen åbnede sig og regnen begyndte at falde.
The sky opened up and the rain began to fall.
Han havde ingen paraply.
He had no umbrella.
Lars var på Strøget, midt i den travle by.
Lars was on Strøget, in the middle of the bustling city.
Alle skyndte sig for at finde ly for regnen.
Everyone hurried to find shelter from the rain.
Men ikke Lars.
But not Lars.
Han stod fast, i midten af gaden og så op på regnens skønhed.
He stood his ground in the middle of the street and looked up at the beauty of the rain.
Han mærkede hver dråbe faldt på hans ansigt.
He felt every drop falling on his face.
Hans tøj blev vådt.
His clothes got wet.
Hans hår blev pjusket.
His hair became messy.
Men lige meget, stod Lars der og følte regnen på hans ansigt.
But regardless, Lars stood there and felt the rain on his face.
Folk kiggede på ham.
People looked at him.
Nogen rystede på hovedet.
Some shook their heads.
Andre grinede.
Others laughed.
"Han er sikkert gal," tænkte en gammel dame.
"He must be crazy," thought an old lady.
"Han leder nok efter noget," en ung mand sagde til hans ven.
"He must be looking for something," a young man told his friend.
Alle havde en mening, men ingen vidste, hvad var sandheden.
Everyone had an opinion, but no one knew the truth.
Men Lars nød det.
But Lars enjoyed it.
Han smilede og begyndte at danse i midten af Strøget.
He smiled and started to dance in the middle of Strøget.
Alle stoppede op for at se den mærkelige mand, der dansede i regnen.
Everyone stopped to watch the strange man dancing in the rain.
En lille pige trak sin mor hen til Lars.
A little girl pulled her mother over to Lars.
"Se mor, han er så sjov," sagde hun.
"Look, mom, he's so funny," she said.
Hun sprang ud i regnen og begyndte at danse med Lars.
She jumped into the rain and started dancing with Lars.
Snart fulgte andre børn hende.
Soon other children followed her.
De sprang og dansede.
They jumped and danced.
De grinede og hylede af glæde.
They laughed and screamed with joy.
Snart begyndte voksne også at danse.
Soon, adults also started to dance.
Till lørdelige øjeblik, havde de helt glemt regnen.
For a magical moment, they had completely forgotten about the rain.
Tiden gik.
Time passed.
Regnen stoppede.
The rain stopped.
Men folk blev ved med at danse.
But people continued to dance.
Hele gaden var fuld med glade mennesker.
The whole street was filled with happy people.
De havde glemt tid og sted.
They had forgotten about time and place.
De dansede som om, det var den sidste dag på jorden.
They danced as if it was the last day on earth.
Selv da musikken stoppede, blev de ved med at danse.
Even when the music stopped, they continued to dance.
Endelig, efter en lang tid, blev det stille.
Finally, after a long time, it became quiet.
Alle stoppede op.
Everyone stopped.
De kiggede på hinanden og grinede.
They looked at each other and laughed.
De var trætte, våde og snavsede.
They were tired, wet, and dirty.
Men de var glade.
But they were happy.
Det var det vigtigste.
That was the most important thing.
De var glade takket være Lars.
They were happy because of Lars.
Lars kiggede på alle de glade ansigter.
Lars looked at all the happy faces.
Han var også glad.
He was happy too.
Han gik hjem, våd fra top til tå.
He went home, soaked from head to toe.
Men han var glad.
But he was happy.
Han havde sørget for, at folk havde en god dag.
He had made sure that people had a good day.
Også selvom det regnede.
Even though it was raining.
"Dette er København," tænkte han.
"This is Copenhagen," he thought.
"Selv på en regnvejrsdag, er der altid noget at være glad for.
"Even on a rainy day, there is always something to be happy about."
" Han gik i seng den aften, med et stort smil på sit ansigt.
That night, he went to bed with a big smile on his face.
Fra den dag af, var han kendt som Lars, manden der kan lave en fest, selv i regnen.
From that day on, he was known as Lars, the man who can throw a party, even in the rain.