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Vietor, čo zabudol fúkať je nová časť seriálu Mína a hviezdny kľúč, pripravená ako dvojjazyčný detský príbeh v slovenčine aj angličtine.
Vietor, čo zabudol fúkať: začína sa príbeh
Večer sedela Mína pri okne a pozerala na záhradu. Listy na kríku sa ani nepohli. Vzduch bol tichý ako perina.
Zrazu sa vo vrecku jej horčicovožltého svetríka niečo jemne zachvelo.
„Kľúčik?“ zašepkala.
Vytiahla malý strieborný hviezdny kľúč. Na jeho špičke sa ligotala maličká modrá iskra. Piko, drobný zlatý motýlik-hviezda, vyletel spoza záclony a sadol si jej na plece.
„Dvierka čakajú,“ pípol.
Za komodou pri dverách sa objavili malé okrúhle dvierka. Mali farbu mäkkej zelenej trávy. Mína do nich vložila kľúč, otočila ním a ticho kliklo.
Za dvierkami bola lúka.
Dievčatko prekročilo prah v červených čižmičkách. Tráva pod nohami bola mäkká a voňala po mede. Medzi steblami viseli dlhé stužky. Žlté, modré a zelené. Lenže takmer vôbec sa nehýbali.
„Kde je vietor?“ spýtala sa Mína.
Piko zamával priesvitnými krídelkami. „Tamto. Krúži.“
Uprostred lúky sa tráva točila v malých kolieskach. Raz doľava, raz doprava. Bol to vietor, ale akoby nevedel, kam patrí. Trošku pohol jedným lístkom, potom druhým, a zasa sa vrátil do svojho kruhu.
Mína pristúpila bližšie. „Vietor, poď sem! Stužky na teba čakajú!“
Nič sa nestalo. Len jedna modrá stužka sa zachvela a hneď stíchla.
Preto skúsila zavolať znova.
„Vietor! Fúkaj, prosím!“
Malý vír sa na okamih zdvihol, no potom sa zatočil ešte rýchlejšie. Tráva okolo neho sa napäla. Stužky ostali visieť rovno dolu.
Mína si dala ruky na boky. „Asi ma nepočuje.“
„Možno počuje až príliš,“ povedal Piko potichu.
Dievčatko sa zamračilo, ale len na malú chvíľku. Potom si všimlo, že keď Piko hovoril ticho, vietor sa prestal točiť. Iba na jedno krátke nadýchnutie. Ako keby počúval.
Mína si kľakla do trávy. „Čo mu máme povedať?“
Piko sa usadil na žltej stužke. Jeho teplé zlaté svetielko sa v nej jemne odrazilo.
„Najprv ticho,“ pípol.
A tak boli obaja chvíľu ticho.
Lúka nebola prázdna. V mäkkej tráve šušťali drobné semienka. Kdesi pod listom cvrkol maličký chrobáčik. A medzi tým všetkým bolo počuť slabunké: fúú, fúú. Vietor sa snažil nájsť cestu.
Mína prešla prstami po dlhej žltej stužke. Bola hladká a mäkká. Keď ju nadvihla, malý vír sa k nej naklonil. Pri modrej stužke sa zastavil ešte dlhšie. Zelená sa mu zavlnila celkom pri nose, ak mal vietor nos.
„Stužky sa mu páčia,“ povedala Mína.
Piko prikývol. „Ukazujú. Neťahajú.“
To sa Míne zapáčilo. Nechcela vietor chytať ani mu rozkazovať. Veď možno len zabudol, ktorým smerom má ísť.
Najprv položila žltú stužku na trávu. Za ňu dala modrú. Potom pridala zelenú. Vytvorili krátku cestičku, ale vietor sa iba pohojdal na jej začiatku a znovu sa otočil do kruhu.
„Hm,“ vydýchla Mína. „Tá cesta je príliš rovná.“
Pozrela na vietor. Netlačil sa dopredu. Rád sa točil, obzeral a hľadal.
Preto stužky opatrne posunula. Žltú položila do mäkkého oblúka. Modrá pokračovala trochu ďalej a zelená sa stratila medzi kvietkami pri malom kopčeku. Cesta už nevyzerala ako šípka. Vyzerala ako pozvanie.
„Môžeš tadiaľto,“ povedala Mína celkom ticho.
Práve vtedy sa vietor dotkol žltej stužky.
Stužka sa nadvihla.
Potom sa pohla modrá.
Vietor sa ešte raz malinko zatočil, akoby sa lúčil so svojím kruhom. Napokon sa vydal za zelenou stužkou. Najprv pomaly. Fúú. Potom o trochu ľahšie. Fúúú.
Tráva sa rozvlnila v dlhých mäkkých pásoch. Listy sa veselo otočili rubom nahor. Drobné semienka sa zdvihli zo stebiel a plávali vzduchom ako maličké padáčiky.
Piko sa rozosmial. „Už vie!“
„Áno,“ usmiala sa Mína. „Spomenul si.“
Vietor nebežal prudko. Len prechádzal lúkou, hladil stužky a jemne čechral kvety. Žltá, modrá i zelená sa vlnili za ním. Každá mu ukazovala kúsok ďalšej cesty.
O chvíľu sa lúka rozprúdila tak, ako mala. Tráva šepkala, listy tancovali a semienka si našli nové mäkké miesta, kam mohli sadnúť.
Mína sa postavila a oprášila si kolená. Vietor jej na líci nechal ľahučký bozk.
Keď sa veci začnú meniť
„Dovidenia, vietor,“ povedala.
„Fúú,“ odpovedol vietor a odplával ponad kopček.
Pri dvierkach sa Piko schúlil Míne pri krku. „Dobrá cestička.“
Dievčatko sa pozrelo na svoj rukáv. Zachytila sa na ňom drobná zelená stužka. Bola tenká ako steblo trávy a na konci sa ticho ligotala.
„Táto šla so mnou?“ spýtala sa.
Piko žmurkol. „Možno si ťa pamätá.“
Mína ju neodlepila. Nechala ju tam, kde bola.
Potom prekročila dvierka späť do svojej izby. Malé zelené dvierka sa za ňou potichu zavreli. Strieborný hviezdny kľúč sa jej sám skĺzol do vrecka.
Mama stála vo dverách s úsmevom. „Už si pripravená na spanie?“
„Už áno,“ povedala Mína a pohladila zelenú stužku na rukáve.
V posteli sa prikryla až po bradu. Vonku sa pohol jeden list na kríku. Potom druhý.
A drobná stužka na jej rukáve sa v mesačnom svetle ligotala, akoby potichu mávala na ďalší večer.
Pokračovanie nabudúce…
Mina and the Star Key, part 7: The Wind That Forgot to Blow
The Story Begins
In the evening, Mina sat by the window and looked out into the garden. The leaves on the bush did not move at all. The air was still like a blanket.
Suddenly, something in the pocket of her mustard-yellow cardigan gave a soft little shake.
“Key?” she whispered.
She pulled out the tiny silver star key. On its tip, a little blue spark was shining. Piko, the tiny golden star-moth, flew out from behind the curtain and landed on her shoulder.
“The door is waiting,” he squeaked.
Behind the chest by the door, a small round door appeared. It was the color of soft green grass. Mina put the key in it, turned it, and with a quiet click, it opened.
Behind the door was a meadow.
The little girl stepped over the threshold in her red boots. The grass under her feet was soft and smelled like honey. Between the blades hung long ribbons. Yellow, blue, and green. But they hardly moved at all.
“Where is the wind?” Mina asked.
Piko fluttered his clear wings. “There. It is circling.”
In the middle of the meadow, the grass spun in little rings. One way, then the other. It was wind, but it seemed not to know where it belonged. It moved one leaf a little, then another, and then went back into its circle again.
Mina came closer. “Wind, come here! The ribbons are waiting for you!”
Nothing happened. Only one blue ribbon trembled, then became still again.
So she tried once more.
“Wind! Please blow!”
The small swirl lifted for a moment, but then it turned even faster. The grass around it grew tight. The ribbons hung straight down.
Mina put her hands on her hips. “I think it cannot hear me.”
“Maybe it hears too much,” Piko said softly.
The girl frowned, but only for a tiny moment. Then she noticed that when Piko spoke in a quiet voice, the wind stopped turning. Just for one short breath. As if it was listening.
Mina knelt down in the grass. “What should we tell it?”
Piko settled on a yellow ribbon. His warm golden glow reflected softly in it.
“First, quiet,” he squeaked.
So they were quiet for a while.
The meadow was not empty. Tiny seeds rustled in the soft grass. Somewhere under a leaf, a tiny beetle clicked. And between it all, there was a very gentle fff, fff. The wind was trying to find the way.
Mina ran her fingers along the long yellow ribbon. It was smooth and soft. When she lifted it a little, the small swirl leaned toward it. At the blue ribbon it stopped even longer. The green ribbon waved right near its nose, if wind could have a nose.
“The ribbons like it,” Mina said.
Piko nodded. “They show. They do not pull.”
Mina liked that. She did not want to catch the wind or order it around. Maybe it had only forgotten which way to go.
First, she laid the yellow ribbon on the grass. Behind it, she placed the blue one. Then she added the green one. They made a short path, but the wind only swayed at the start and turned back into its circle.
“Hmm,” Mina breathed. “This road is too straight.”
She looked at the wind. It did not push forward. It liked to turn, look around, and search.
Because of that, she moved the ribbons carefully. She laid the yellow one in a soft curve. The blue one went a little farther, and the green one disappeared among the flowers near a small hill. Now the path did not look like an arrow. It looked like an invitation.
When Things Start to Change
“You can go that way,” Mina said very softly.
Just then, the wind touched the yellow ribbon.
The ribbon lifted.
Then the blue one moved.
The wind turned one last tiny time, as if saying goodbye to its circle. Finally, it followed the green ribbon. First slowly. Fff. Then a little lighter. Fffft.
The grass rippled in long soft waves. Leaves turned happily on their backs. Tiny seeds lifted from the blades and floated through the air like little parachutes.
Piko laughed. “Now it knows!”
“Yes,” Mina smiled. “It remembered.”
The wind did not rush. It only moved across the meadow, touching the ribbons and gently combing the flowers. Yellow, blue, and green waved behind it. Each one showed it a little more of the way.
After a while, the meadow moved as it should. The grass whispered, the leaves danced, and the seeds found new soft places to land.
Mina stood up and brushed her knees. The wind left a light kiss on her cheek.
“Goodbye, wind,” she said.
“Fff,” answered the wind and floated over the hill.
By the door, Piko curled close to Mina’s neck. “Good path.”
The girl looked at her sleeve. A tiny green ribbon had caught there. It was thin as a blade of grass, and its end shone quietly.
“Did this come with me?” she asked.
Piko winked. “Maybe it remembers you.”
Mina did not take it off. She left it there.
Then she stepped back through the door into her room. The small green door closed softly behind her. The silver star key slipped by itself into her pocket.
Mama stood in the doorway with a smile. “Are you ready for bed?”
“Yes,” Mina said, and she touched the green ribbon on her sleeve.
In bed, she pulled the blanket up to her chin. Outside, one leaf on the bush moved. Then another.
And the tiny ribbon on her sleeve shone in the moonlight, as if it were quietly waving to the next evening.
To be continued…