Zamrznutá dlažba ticho kňučala pod topánkami Marka a Jany, keď spolu prechádzali zimným svetom bratislavskej botanickej záhrady.

The frozen pavement quietly whined under the shoes of Marek and Jana as they walked together through the winter world of the Bratislava botanical garden.

Vzduch bol čistý a svieži, všade okolo nich sneh prikrýval stromy a kríky jemnou bielou dekou.

The air was clean and fresh; all around them, snow covered the trees and bushes with a gentle white blanket.

Ich babička tento pokojný, tichý svet milovala.

Their grandmother loved this peaceful, quiet world.

Tu trávila mnoho popoludní, obdivovala rastliny a rozprávala o minulosti.

She spent many afternoons here, admiring the plants and talking about the past.

Marek pozrel na Janu.

Marek looked at Jana.

Videl, že sa zamýšľala.

He saw that she was deep in thought.

"Pamätáš, keď nás sem babička brávala?

"Do you remember when grandma used to bring us here?"

" opýtal sa s nádychom nostalgie.

he asked with a touch of nostalgia.

Jana sa mierne usmiala, ale jej oči zostali uprené dopredu.

Jana smiled slightly, but her eyes remained fixed forward.

"Samozrejme, Marek.

"Of course, Marek.

Ale teraz mám toľko práce.

But now I have so much work.

Niekedy je ťažké vrátiť sa späť.

Sometimes it's hard to go back."

"Marek pochopil jej pohľad na vec, ale nechcel nechať spomienky vyjsť navnivoč.

Marek understood her perspective, but he didn't want to let the memories go to waste.

"Babička by bola rada, keby sme tu strávili nejaký čas," povedal.

"Grandma would be happy if we spent some time here," he said.

"Vždy hovorila, že rodina je dôležitá.

"She always said that family is important.

Možno by sme si mohli obnoviť nejakú tradíciu.

Maybe we could start a new tradition."

"Chvíľu mlčali, len kráčali po snehovej ceste.

They walked in silence for a while, just walking down the snowy path.

Kolem nich sa vinuli tiché, bezoblačné nebesia.

Around them, the sky stretched out, quiet and cloudless.

Naraz Jana zastala.

Suddenly, Jana stopped.

Oči sa jej zastavili na jednom z listnatých kríkov, ktoré prežili zimu.

Her eyes paused on one of the deciduous shrubs that had survived the winter.

"Pamätám sa na tento strom," povedala ticho, hlas jej zosilnel.

"I remember this tree," she said quietly, her voice growing stronger.

Mareka jej pohľad prekvapil.

Marek was surprised by her reaction.

"Jana?

"Jana?

Čo sa deje?

What's going on?"

"Jana sa usmiala a oči jej jemne zvlhli.

Jana smiled, and her eyes gently moistened.

"Babička ma tu naučila, ako rozoznať jeho vôňu aj v zime.

"Grandma taught me how to recognize its smell even in winter.

Vždy mi pripomínala, že niektoré veci zostávajú s nami, aj keď už odišli.

She always reminded me that some things stay with us, even when they're gone."

"To bol moment, keď sa Marek a Jana zastavili.

That was the moment when Marek and Jana paused.

Posedeli na zasneženom lavičke, a rozprávali sa o babičke.

They sat on the snow-covered bench and talked about grandma.

Delili sa o príbehy, ktoré ich spájali s minulosťou, cítili ju vo svojom srdci.

They shared stories that connected them to the past, felt her in their hearts.

Jana si uvedomila, že aj ona potrebuje pochopiť hodnotu týchto chvíľ.

Jana realized that she too needed to understand the value of these moments.

Slnko pomaly začalo zapadnúť, zatiaľ čo ich rozpravy zohreli zimný vzduch.

The sun slowly began to set, while their conversations warmed the winter air.

Už to nebolo len o smútku, ale aj o spoločne prežitých chvíľach, o spojitosti a o rodine.

It was no longer just about sadness, but also about shared moments, connection, and family.

Marek cítil, že jeho snaha nezísť k minulosti nebola zbytočná.

Marek felt that his effort to not let go of the past was not in vain.

A Jana, aj keď stále vážila život prakticky, teraz vedela, že nechať miesto pre spomienky nie je slabosť.

And Jana, although she still approached life practically, now knew that leaving room for memories was not a weakness.

Postavili sa z lavičky, pozreli sa na záhradu, a znova cez ňu prešli.

They stood up from the bench, looked at the garden, and walked through it again.

Tento deň mal svoj význam – spojil ich opäť, a našli cestu, ako uctiť si spomienku na milovanú babičku.

This day had its significance—it brought them together again, and they found a way to honor the memory of their beloved grandmother.

V pokoji záhrady našli aj pokoj vo svojich srdciach.

In the peace of the garden, they also found peace in their hearts.