The Village Under the Storm

"Can you tell me how to get there?" Polly asked at breakfast. Follow the coast road west, the sheep said. The village sits behind a bay of pale sand.

"Viete mi povedať, ako sa tam dostanem?" spýtala sa Polly pri raňajkách. Choďte po pobrežnej ceste na západ, povedala ovca. Dedina stojí za zálivom bledého piesku.

An oystercatcher was at the site. Polly asked, "I would like to know the history of this particular monument." People lived here five thousand years ago, he said. Then sand covered the village.

Na mieste bol lastúrničiar. Polly sa spýtala: "Chcela by som sa dozvedieť históriu tejto konkrétnej pamiatky." Ľudia tu žili pred päťtisíc rokmi, povedal. Potom dedinu zasypal piesok.

The wind took half his words. "Could you please repeat that for me?" Polly asked. Every house is the same inside. A fire in the middle. Beds at each side. A stone shelf on the wall.

Vietor odniesol polovicu jeho slov. "Mohli by ste mi to, prosím, zopakovať?" spýtala sa Polly. Každý dom je vnútri rovnaký. Oheň uprostred. Lôžka po oboch stranách. Kamenná polica na stene.

"Could you tell me if the museum is open tomorrow?" Polly asked. She knew she would come back. She looked into one room for a long time.

"Mohli by ste mi povedať, či je múzeum zajtra otvorené?" spýtala sa Polly. Vedela, že sa sem vráti. Dlho sa pozerala do jednej miestnosti.