Kjetil sto ved porten til Vigelandsparken.

Kjetil stood at the gate of Vigeland Park.

Han pustet dypt inn.

He took a deep breath.

Det var kaldt, men han følte varme i hjertet sitt.

It was cold, but he felt warmth in his heart.

I dag var den store dagen!

Today was the big day!

Kunsten hans skulle vises til alle i byen.

His art would be shown to everyone in the city.

Han hadde arbeidet hardt, dag og natt.

He had worked hard, day and night.

Nå var alt klart.

Now, everything was ready.

Vigelandsparken var vakker.

Vigeland Park was beautiful.

Trærne var grønne, og solen skinnet.

The trees were green, and the sun was shining.

Kjetil elsket denne parken.

Kjetil loved this park.

Han kjente hvert hjørne av den.

He knew every corner of it.

Her hadde han spilt som barn.

He had played here as a child.

Nå skulle han vise frem kunsten sin her.

Now, he would showcase his art here.

Kjetil så på klokken.

Kjetil looked at the clock.

Det var snart tid.

It was almost time.

Han gikk mot den store plassen midt i parken.

He walked towards the large square in the middle of the park.

Der var det mange statuer.

There were many statues.

En stor, sirkelrund plass.

A large, circular square.

Kjetil la fra seg sekken sin og begynte å sette opp kunsten sin.

Kjetil set down his backpack and began to set up his artwork.

Han tok frem maleriene, skulpturene, og installasjonene.

He took out the paintings, sculptures, and installations.

"Noen må like dette," tenkte han.

"Someone has to like this," he thought.

Hjertet banket fortere.

His heart was beating faster.

Han var nervøs, men også spent.

He was nervous but also excited.

Mange mennesker begynte å komme.

Many people started to come.

Barn løp rundt, og voksne snakket og lo.

Children were running around, and adults were talking and laughing.

Det var en god stemning.

It was a good atmosphere.

En kvinne kom bort.

A woman approached.

"Er det du som er Kjetil?"

"Are you Kjetil?"

spurte hun.

she asked.

Kjetil nikket.

Kjetil nodded.

Kvinnen smilte.

The woman smiled.

"Jeg er Maria.

"I'm Maria.

Jeg elsker kunst.

I love art.

Kan du fortelle meg om dette maleriet?"

Can you tell me about this painting?"

Kjetil smilte tilbake.

Kjetil smiled back.

Han begynte å forklare.

He began to explain.

Han følte seg tryggere.

He felt more confident.

Flere mennesker kom for å se.

More people came to see.

Mange likte det de så.

Many liked what they saw.

Kjetil ble glad.

Kjetil felt happy.

Han fikk mange komplimenter og spørsmål.

He received many compliments and questions.

Han svarte på alle med glede.

He answered them all with joy.

Dagen gikk fort.

The day went by quickly.

Alle var glade.

Everyone was happy.

Når solen begynte å gå ned, fikk Kjetil en overraskelse.

As the sun began to set, Kjetil got a surprise.

En eldre mann kom bort.

An older man came over.

Det var en kjent kunstkritiker.

He was a well-known art critic.

"Jeg likte kunsten din veldig godt," sa han.

"I liked your art very much," he said.

"Du har gjort en flott jobb."

"You have done a great job."

Kjetil følte en bølge av lettelse og glede.

Kjetil felt a wave of relief and joy.

Han takket mannen.

He thanked the man.

Han visste at arbeidet hans hadde betalt seg.

He knew that his work had paid off.

Han følte seg stolt og lykkelig.

He felt proud and happy.

Kunstutstillingen var en suksess.

The art exhibition was a success.

Til slutt, når kvelden kom, pakket Kjetil sakene sine.

Finally, when evening came, Kjetil packed his things.

Han gikk sakte ut av Vigelandsparken.

He walked slowly out of Vigeland Park.

Hjertet hans var fylt med håp og glede.

His heart was filled with hope and joy.

Han visste at han hadde en fremtid som kunstner.

He knew he had a future as an artist.

Kjetil smilte for seg selv.

Kjetil smiled to himself.

I dag var en god dag.

Today was a good day.