U jesenjem jutru, sunčeve zrake nježno su se probijale kroz krošnje starog hrasta.

On an autumn morning, the sunbeams gently broke through the branches of an old oak tree.

Ivana i Luka su hodali uz uski puteljak prema biralištu u malom mjestu, smještenom tik uz stari trg prepun jesenskog šarenila.

Ivana and Luka were walking along a narrow path towards the polling station in the small place, nestled right next to the old square full of autumn colors.

Lišće je šuštalo pod njihovim nogama, stvarajući simfoniju prirodnog mira.

Leaves rustled under their feet, creating a symphony of natural peace.

Bila je to prva njihova zajednička glasovanje otkako su se vjenčali.

It was their first joint voting since they got married.

Dan Svetih, kojeg su Ivana i Luka ranije provodili odvojeno, sada je imao novo značenje.

All Saints' Day, which Ivana and Luka had previously spent separately, now had a new meaning.

Ivana je čvrsto vjerovala u tradiciju; njezini roditelji su uvijek glasovali na Dan Svetih.

Ivana firmly believed in tradition; her parents always voted on All Saints' Day.

Smatrala je to obiteljskom čašću.

She considered it a family honor.

"Važno je, Luko," Ivana je rekla, gledajući predanje prema staroj zgradi općine.

"It's important, Luka," Ivana said, looking forward to the old municipal building.

"Moji su to uvijek radili. Tako su me učili."

"My folks always did it. That's how they taught me."

Luka se nasmiješio. Bio je više pragmatičan.

Luka smiled. He was more pragmatic.

"Zašto ne bismo prvo posjetili groblje? Možemo se kasnije vratiti i glasovati."

"Why don't we visit the cemetery first? We can come back later and vote."

Ivana je odmahnula glavom.

Ivana shook her head.

"Ima nešto posebno u glasanju na Dana Svetih. Kao da time odajemo počast i onome što su naši preci izgradili."

"There's something special about voting on All Saints' Day. It's like paying homage to what our ancestors built."

Ušli su u biralište.

They entered the polling station.

Unutrašnjost je odavala starinski šarm, s drvenim zidovima i mirisom voska.

The interior exuded old-world charm, with wooden walls and the scent of wax.

Ljudi su šaptali jedni drugima, u mirnom redu, predajući glasačke listiće.

People whispered to each other, in a quiet line, handing in their ballot papers.

Dok je Ivana ispunjavala svoj listić, osjetila je mješavinu uzbuđenja i nostalgije.

As Ivana filled out her ballot, she felt a mix of excitement and nostalgia.

Gledajući Luku kako ozbiljno pristupa svojem zadatku, shvatila je koliko je važno balansirati tradiciju i nove početke.

Watching Luka seriously approach his task, she understood how important it was to balance tradition and new beginnings.

Kada su završili, Luka je predložio da odu na kavu.

When they finished, Luka suggested going for a coffee.

Sjeli su u mali kafić pored trga, gdje su miris kave i svježe pecivo ispunjavali zrak.

They sat in a small café next to the square, where the aroma of coffee and fresh pastries filled the air.

"Znaš," rekao je Luka dok je gledao kroz prozor kako ljudi prolaze, "Mislim da možemo kombinirati.

"You know," Luka said as he watched people pass by through the window, "I think we can combine.

Volio bih da se nekad posvetimo novim stvarima, ali i poštujemo tvoje običaje."

I'd love for us to sometimes focus on new things, but also respect your customs."

Ivana se osmjehnula, osjećajući olakšanje.

Ivana smiled, feeling relieved.

"To zvuči predivno. Možemo imati naše male rituale, a opet poštovati prošlost."

"That sounds wonderful. We can have our little rituals and still honor the past."

Dok su sjedili uz šalicu kave, šum jeseni oko njih, Ivana i Luka postigli su dogovor koji će obogatiti njihove godine koje dolaze.

As they sat with a cup of coffee, the rustle of autumn around them, Ivana and Luka reached an agreement that would enrich their years to come.

Njihova ljubav postala je čvršća kroz mješavinu tradicije i novina, poput jesenjeg lišća koje se neprestano mijenja, a opet je vječno isto.

Their love became stronger through a mix of tradition and newness, like autumn leaves that constantly change, yet remain eternally the same.