Vôňa škorice

Marta žila sama v malom byte. Jej nová susedka, pani Pilar, bola staršia pani. Občas sa stretli vo výťahu, ale nerozprávali sa.

Marta lived alone in a small apartment. Her new neighbor, Doña Pilar, was an old woman. They saw each other in the elevator sometimes, but they did not talk.

Jedno nedeľné ráno Marta otvorila dvere, aby išla na prechádzku. Na zemi bol malý tanierik. Na tanieriku bol kúsok koláča. Koláč voňal po škorici a pomarančoch.

One Sunday morning, Marta opened her front door to go for a walk. There was a small plate on the floor. On the plate was a piece of cake. The cake smelled like cinnamon and oranges.

Bol tam lístok. "Je to recept mojej babičky. Urobila som toho príliš veľa. Vitajte v budove. — Pilar."

There was a note. "It is my grandmother's recipe. I made too much. Welcome to the building. — Pilar."

Marta zjedla koláč pri kuchynskom stole. Bol to najlepší koláč, aký jedla za dlhý čas. Nevedela, ako sa Pilar poďakovať. Nepiekla. Nemala žiadny recept od svojej babičky.

Marta ate the cake at her kitchen table. It was the best cake she had eaten in a long time. She did not know how to thank Pilar. She did not bake. She did not have a recipe from her grandmother.

Nakoniec napísala kartičku. "Ďakujem. Koláč bol úžasný. Ak by ste niekedy potrebovali pomoc s nákupmi, prosím, zaklopte." Nechala kartičku pod Pilarinými dverami. Teraz mali niečo, od čoho mohli začať.

Finally, she wrote a card. "Thank you. The cake was wonderful. If you ever need help with shopping, please knock." She left the card under Pilar's door. Now they had something to start with.