קציר בקיבוץ | Kibbutz Harvest
"A young volunteer from Sweden discovers that kibbutz life offers more than just agricultural work when the head of the orchard takes a personal interest in her education."
קציר בקיבוץ
Kibbutz Harvest
פרק ראשון | Chapter One
Kibbutz Degania was everything Linnea had imagined—and Moshe was everything she hadn't.
"את המתנדבת החדשה?" "You're the new volunteer?"
He was fifty-five, weathered by sun, strong from decades of working the land. His Hebrew was slow, patient.
"כן, אני לינאה משוודיה." "Yes, I'm Linnea from Sweden."
"אני מושה. אני אלמד אותך הכל." "I'm Moshe. I'll teach you everything."
פרק שני | Chapter Two
The orange groves were peaceful at dawn. His hands guided hers on the fruit.
"ככה. בעדינות." "Like this. Gently."
"אני מנסה." "I'm trying."
"את מנסה יותר מדי. תני לזה לבוא טבעי." "You're trying too hard. Let it come naturally."
His body was close. She could smell earth and citrus.
"?כמה זמן אתה פה" "How long have you been here?"
"כל החיים שלי. נולדתי כאן." "My whole life. I was born here."
פרק שלישי | Chapter Three
Weeks passed. Her Hebrew improved. So did something else.
"לינאה, בואי לחדר האחסון. יש משהו שאני חייב להראות לך." "Linnea, come to the storage room. There's something I must show you."
The room was cool, dark, filled with crates of oranges.
"?מה רצית להראות לי" "What did you want to show me?"
"את זה." He kissed her. "This."
פרק רביעי | Chapter Four
"אני זקן מדי בשבילך." "I'm too old for you."
"אתה בדיוק מה שאני רוצה." "You're exactly what I want."
Among the orange crates, experience met youth. His farmer's hands knew exactly how to cultivate pleasure.
"!מושה... אנשים ישמעו" "Moshe... people will hear!"
"בקיבוץ, כולם יודעים הכל. וכולם שותקים." "In the kibbutz, everyone knows everything. And everyone stays quiet."
פרק חמישי | Chapter Five
Her three-month volunteer stay became a year. Then two.
"?את נשארת" "You're staying?"
"אני מצאתי את הבית שלי." "I found my home."
"וזה בגלל התפוזים?" "And that's because of the oranges?"
She laughed. "בגלל מי שמגדל אותם." "Because of who grows them."
The kibbutz absorbed her, as it had absorbed generations. And Moshe's harvest continued, season after season.
הסוף | The End
בקיבוץ, הכל משותף. גם האהבה.
In the kibbutz, everything is shared. Even love.