Zimné slnko osvetľovalo bratislavský hradný areál, kde sa konal zimný festival.

The winter sun illuminated the Bratislava castle grounds, where a winter festival was taking place.

Snehový poprašok pokrýval záhrady a v nich sa trblietali ľadové sochy.

A dusting of snow covered the gardens, and ice sculptures shimmered among them.

Ľudia sa prechádzali s pohármi horúceho vareného vína, vzduchom sa niesla vôňa škorice.

People strolled around with cups of hot mulled wine, the air filled with the scent of cinnamon.

V tomto sviatočnom čare sa stratila Jolana, mladá študentka sochárstva.

In this festive magic, Jolana, a young sculpture student, found herself lost.

Jolana stála pri jednej z nádherných ľadových sôch, jej pohľad upieral na jemnosť kriviek a detailov.

Jolana stood by one of the magnificent ice sculptures, her gaze focused on the delicacy of the curves and details.

V duchu sa pýtala, či aj ona raz vytvorí niečo tak krásne.

She wondered if she would ever create something so beautiful.

Bola talentovaná, ale často mala pocit, že jej chýba niečo, čo majú iní umelci.

She was talented, but often felt she lacked something other artists had.

Predstavy o dokonalosti ju deprimovali.

Her visions of perfection were depressing.

Mala rada sochy, ale jej neistota ju brzdila.

She loved sculptures, but her insecurity held her back.

V diaľke uvidela Milana, známeho miestneho sochára, ako práve dokončoval ďalšie svoje dielo.

In the distance, she saw Milan, a well-known local sculptor, just finishing another of his works.

Jolana vedela, že toto je jej šanca nájsť odpovede na jej otázky.

Jolana knew this was her chance to find answers to her questions.

Vnútri cítila napätie a pochybnosti, no zároveň túžbu po poznaní.

Inside, she felt tension and doubts, yet also a desire for knowledge.

Rozhodla sa, musí sa mu prihovoriť.

She decided she had to speak to him.

Prišla k Milanovi, ktorému sa ručiace ruky zastavili nad sochou.

She approached Milan, whose busy hands paused over the sculpture.

"Dobrý deň, pán Milan," oslovila ho nesmelo.

"Good day, Mr. Milan," she addressed him timidly.

"Som Jolana, študujem sochárstvo a som veľmi zvedavá na vaše rady.

"I'm Jolana, I study sculpture and I'm very curious about your advice."

"Milan sa na ňu pozrel s úsmevom.

Milan looked at her with a smile.

"Dobrý deň, Jolana.

"Good day, Jolana.

Radosť vás stretnúť.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

S akými otázkami by som vám mohol pomôcť?

What questions might I help you with?"

"Jolana potiahla rukou cez blúzku, potláčajúc nervozitu.

Jolana smoothed her blouse with her hand, suppressing her nervousness.

"Obdivujem vaše diela.

"I admire your works.

Cítim sa niekedy zahltená skvelou prácou mojich spolužiakov a pochybujem o svojom talente.

I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the great work of my classmates and doubt my talent.

Ako nájdem svoje miesto v sochárstve?

How can I find my place in sculpture?"

"Milan sa zamyslel.

Milan pondered.

"Každý umelec má svoj čas a cestu," začal.

"Every artist has their own time and path," he began.

"Je dôležité tvoriť to, čo vás osobne dojíma.

"It's important to create what personally moves you.

Neporovnávajte sa neustále s inými.

Don't constantly compare yourself to others.

Vytvárajte niečo, čo vypovedá o vás.

Create something that speaks about you.

To je pravé umenie.

That is true art."

"Jeho slová prenikli až do hĺbky jej myšlienok.

His words penetrated deep into her thoughts.

Pocítila, že jej rozpačitosť ustupuje, nahradená novou vlnou nádeje.

She felt her hesitation being replaced by a new wave of hope.

"Ďakujem, pán Milan.

"Thank you, Mr. Milan.

Skúsim sa sústrediť na svoju vlastnú cestu," povedala s jemným úsmevom.

I'll try to focus on my own path," she said with a gentle smile.

Festival pokračoval, no Jolana už necítila takú tiahu na ramenách.

The festival continued, but Jolana no longer felt such a burden on her shoulders.

Bola pripravená skúsiť to inak, po svojom.

She was ready to try it differently, in her own way.

V ľadových sochách zrazu uvidela inšpiráciu a príležitosť.

In the ice sculptures, she suddenly saw inspiration and opportunity.

Vedomie, že byť autentická v svojej tvorbe je to, čo je naozaj dôležité, ju naplnilo pokojom.

The awareness that being authentic in her creation is what truly matters filled her with calm.

Od toho dňa Jolana vytvárala diela so srdcom.

From that day on, Jolana created works with her heart.

Nádej, ktorú v nej Milan prebudil, ju nikdy neopustila.

The hope that Milan awakened in her never left.

V zahrade Bratislavského hradu našla nielen inšpiráciu, ale aj dôveru v seba.

In the gardens of Bratislava Castle, she found not only inspiration but also confidence in herself.