The Chair by the Fire

The guesthouse stood above the harbour. Its door was on the sheltered side. A sheep kept the house. Polly stood in the hall, wet from the rain. "Do you have any available rooms?"

Penzión stál nad prístavom. Dvere mal na záveternej strane. Dom viedla ovca. Polly stála v hale, mokrá od dažďa. "Máte voľné izby?"

There were rooms. Polly said, "I would like a quiet room, please." The sheep waited a moment. The wind finds every room here.

Izby boli. Polly povedala: "Chcela by som tichú izbu, prosím." Ovca chvíľu čakala. Vietor si tu nájde každú izbu.

"Could you assist me with my luggage, please?" The sheep carried the bag up. She put it by a chair. Its frame was driftwood, because no tree grows here. Its back was straw.

"Mohli by ste mi pomôcť s batožinou, prosím?" Ovca vyniesla tašku hore. Položila ju ku kreslu. Jeho kostra bola z dreva z mora, lebo tu nerastie strom. Operadlo bolo zo slamy.

"What time is check-out?" Polly asked. The boat decides everything here. Then she sat in the chair. The straw stopped the cold air.

"O koľkej je odhlásenie z izby?" spýtala sa Polly. Tu o všetkom rozhoduje loď. Potom si sadla do kresla. Slama zastavila studený vzduch.