Kreslo pri ohni

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

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?"

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

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

"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.

"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.

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

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