Rīgā pie upes stiepjas plašs tirgus, kur ik dienas rosība kā aldā.

In Riga, by the river, stretches a wide market where every day activity hums like a beehive.

Tur tirdzniecība zied un cilvēku burzma steidz.

There, commerce flourishes and people hustle about.

Šā tirgus vidū mēs atradām Liene – jaunu sievieti ar sarkanu grozu rokās, kurā uzkrāti sīkie pirkstiņi šodienai.

In the midst of this market, we found Liene—a young woman with a red basket in her hands, in which small purchases were accumulated for the day.

Saule spīdēja spoži un pūlis virpināja ikkatru stūri.

The sun shone brightly and the crowd bustled at every turn.

Arī Andris – ražens vīrs ar zilu grozu – šķelmēja tirgū pēc svaigām zemenēm un rudzu maizes.

Also present was Andris—a robust man with a blue basket—who wandered the market in search of fresh strawberries and rye bread.

Tālāk par viņu, vienatnē uz soliņa, pusdienu kastīti bija aizmirsis Juris, miestsaimnieks aizrautīgs ar zemeņu izvēli.

Beyond him, sitting alone on a bench, Juris, a passionate farmer, had forgotten his lunchbox, engrossed in choosing strawberries.

Tur, tirgū, smaržu un krāsu juceklī, Liene un Andris nejauši samainīja savus grozus.

There, in the midst of the market's jumble of scents and colors, Liene and Andris accidentally swapped their baskets.

Liene pamanīja vien tad, kad tālo zemenju vietā savā grozā atrada rupjmaizes klaips.

Liene only noticed when, instead of distant strawberries, she found a slice of rye bread in her basket.

Andrim, atgriežoties mājās, sarkanais grozs bija pilns ar nepazīstamiem pirkumiem.

Upon returning home, Andris discovered that his red basket was full of unfamiliar purchases.

Liene, apjukusi, sāka meklēt savu grozu, taču pēkšņi atrada tikai Jura pusdienu kastīti.

Confused, Liene began to search for her basket, but suddenly only found Juris's lunchbox.

Andris, no savas puses, arī saprata kļūdu un devās atpakaļ uz tirgu.

Andris, on the other hand, also realized the mistake and went back to the market.

Pēc neilga laika Liene un Andris viens otru uzgāja.

Before long, Liene and Andris found each other.

Abi smējās par jocīgo apmaiņu un kopā nolēma atrast īpašnieku Jura pusdienu kastītei.

Both laughed at the funny mix-up and decided to find the owner of Juris's lunchbox.

Izvaicājot tirgotājus, viņi uzzināja par miestsaimnieku, kurš bieži atpūšas uz soliņa zemeņu stūrī.

Inquiring with the vendors, they learned about the farmer who often rests on a bench in the strawberry corner.

Atraduši Juri, kas bēdās meklēja savu pusdienu kastīti, abas puses vienojās par abpusēji izdevīgu safīru.

Having found Juris, who was anxiously searching for his lunchbox, both parties reached a mutually beneficial agreement.

Lienes pirkumi tika atgriezti, Andris atguva savas rupjmaizes klaips un smaržīgās zemenes, bet Juris ar prieku ēda savas pusdienas.

Liene's purchases were returned, Andris got back his slice of rye bread and the fragrant strawberries, while Juris happily ate his lunch.

Soļoja viņi prom no tirgus sajūsmā par negaidīto piedzīvojumu.

They walked away from the market, delighted by the unexpected adventure.

Saule aizritēja aiz Daugavas upes un virs Rīgas tirgus likās, ka pat putni dziedāja gaišāk.

The sun set beyond the Daugava river, and above the Riga market, it seemed as if even the birds were singing louder.

Visi bija apmierināti, un tirgus turpināja plūst, gaidot nākamo stāstu un nākamās smieklu un pārsteiguma brīžus.

Everyone was content, and the market continued to flow, awaiting the next story and the next moments of laughter and surprise.