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.

"Mi lahko poveste, kako pridem tja?"je Polly vprašala pri zajtrku. Držite se obalne ceste proti zahodu, je rekla ovca. Vas stoji za zalivom bledega peska.

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 najdišču je bil ostrigar. Polly je rekla:"Rada bi izvedela zgodovino tega spomenika."Ljudje so tu živeli pred pet tisoč leti, je rekel. Potem je vas prekril pesek.

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.

Veter je odnesel polovico njegovih besed."Mi lahko to, prosim, ponovite?"je vprašala Polly. Vsaka hiša je znotraj enaka. Ogenj na sredini. Postelji na obeh straneh. Kamnita polica na steni.

"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.

"Mi lahko poveste, ali je muzej jutri odprt?"je vprašala Polly. Vedela je, da se bo vrnila. Dolgo je gledala v en sam prostor.