Snijeg je tiho padao na dvorište psihijatrijske bolnice.

The snow was quietly falling on the courtyard of the psychiatric hospital.

Božićne lampice treperile su na malom boru ispred glavnog ulaza.

Christmas lights twinkled on the small tree in front of the main entrance.

Ivana je hodala prema ulazu, noseći torbu punu pažljivo odabranih poklona.

Ivana was walking towards the entrance, carrying a bag full of carefully selected gifts.

U njoj je bilo nešto posebno - stara skica, ispunjena sjećanjima na prošle, sretnije dane.

There was something special in it - an old sketch, filled with memories of past, happier days.

Bila je odlučna unijeti barem malo topline i radosti u život svog brata.

She was determined to bring at least a little warmth and joy into her brother's life.

Dario je sjedio u sobi, zamišljen.

Dario was sitting in his room, pensive.

Zidovi oko njega bili su ukrašeni jednostavnim božićnim ukrasima, ali on ih jedva da je primjećivao.

The walls around him were decorated with simple Christmas decorations, but he barely noticed them.

U njegovim očima odražavala se tjeskoba i tuga.

Anxiety and sadness were reflected in his eyes.

Posljednjih mjeseci, osjećao se kao stranac u vlastitom životu.

In recent months, he felt like a stranger in his own life.

No, u dubini duše, želja za ponovnim povezivanjem sa svijetom tinjala je.

Yet, deep down, there was a smoldering desire to reconnect with the world.

Kada je Ivana ušla, Dario ju je pogledao, a njegov izraz lica bio je mješavina iznenađenja i nesigurnosti.

When Ivana entered, Dario looked at her, his expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

"Ivana", šapnuo je, nesiguran hoće li moći podnijeti mnogo više emocija.

"Ivana," he whispered, unsure if he could handle much more emotion.

"Božić je", veselo je odgovorila, pokušavajući razvedriti atmosferu.

"It's Christmas," she replied cheerfully, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Razgovarali su kratko, Ivana se trudila održati ton vedrim.

They talked briefly, Ivana trying to maintain a cheerful tone.

Pokušavala je uljepšati trenutak pričama iz djetinjstva, smiješnim događajima i neugodnim situacijama koje su dijelili.

She attempted to brighten the moment with stories from their childhood, funny events, and awkward situations they shared.

Ali Dario je bio tih, a njegova povučenost činila je situaciju teškom.

But Dario was quiet, and his withdrawal made the situation difficult.

Ivana je iz torbe izvukla skicarnu, polako je gurnuvši prema Dariu.

Ivana pulled a sketchbook out of the bag, slowly pushing it towards Dario.

"Sjeti se ovoga?

"Remember this?"

" upitala je, nadajući se da će probuditi tračak sjećanja i nade.

she asked, hoping to awaken a glimmer of memory and hope.

Dario je pogledao skicarnu, a zatim Ivanu.

Dario looked at the sketchbook, then at Ivana.

Oči su mu zasuzile dok je prelazio prstima po izblijedjelim crtežima.

His eyes teared up as he traced his fingers over the faded drawings.

Bili su to trenuci iz prošlosti koji su im svima nešto značili.

They were moments from the past that meant something to all of them.

Soba je bila tiha, ukrašena tek šumom lampica i sitnim zvucima božićne glazbe koja je dopirala s hodnika.

The room was silent, adorned only by the rustle of lights and the faint sounds of Christmas music coming from the hallway.

U tom trenutku, nečujna bitka odvijala se u Dariju.

At that moment, a silent battle was waging inside Dario.

Borba između želje da se povuče i snage sjećanja.

A struggle between the desire to retreat and the strength of memories.

Duboko je udahnuo, vratio svoj pogled na skicarnu i počeo crtati.

He took a deep breath, returned his gaze to the sketchbook, and began to draw.

Prvi potezi olovkom bili su nesigurni, ali postupno su postajali čvrsti i jasni.

The first strokes of the pencil were uncertain but gradually became firm and clear.

Ivana se pomaknula bliže, promatrajući tiho, pažljivo.

Ivana moved closer, watching quietly, carefully.

Vidjela je ocrtavati novi oblik, novi početak.

She saw a new shape taking form, a new beginning.

Bilo je to prvo što je Dario nacrtao nakon dugo vremena.

It was the first thing Dario had drawn in a long time.

Ivana je znala da je to bio mali, ali vrijedan korak prema oporavku i ponovnom povezivanju.

Ivana knew that it was a small but valuable step towards recovery and reconnection.

U očima su mu zasvjetlucali tračci one stare, strastvene energije.

In his eyes, glimmers of that old, passionate energy sparkled.

Ivana je osjetila kako joj srce ispunjava toplina.

Ivana felt warmth filling her heart.

Shvatila je koliko je bio težak put kojim je morao proći, ali i kako je svaki trenutak proveden s njim pomogao izgraditi most prema nadi.

She realized how difficult the journey he had to go through was, but also how every moment spent with him helped build a bridge to hope.

Dario se, iako polako, vraćao u život, a Ivana nije bila sama u tom procesu.

Dario, though slowly, was coming back to life, and Ivana was not alone in that process.

Dok su se zvukovi božićnih pjesama i dalje širili hodnicima, u Darijevoj sobi, rođen je novi početak.

As the sounds of Christmas songs continued to spread through the hallways, in Dario's room, a new beginning was born.

Novi crtež na papiru bio je simbol nečeg još važnijeg - ponovne povezanosti s obitelji i životom.

The new drawing on the paper was a symbol of something even more important - the reconnection with family and life.