Haifa — חיפה. suitcases — מזוודות. laptop — מחשב נייד. physics — פיזיקה. pretended — העמדתי פנים. examines — בודק. patience — סבלנות. ובספרות: plot — העלילה, מה שקורה בסיפור. character — דמות. narrator — המספר, מי שמספר את הסיפור. Grandpa — סבא.
When Grandpa Moshe moved into our apartment in Haifa, he brought very little with him: two suitcases, a box of old tools and a broken radio. My mother gave him my room, and I moved into the small room next to the kitchen. I was seventeen, and I was angry.
Then, two days before my final exam in physics, my laptop stopped working. All my notes were inside it. I tried everything, but the screen stayed black. I sat on the floor of my room and wanted to scream.
"How did you learn to do that?" I asked. He smiled. "In 1951, when I came to Israel, I had no family and no money. A man near Haifa port let me sit in his shop and watch him repair radios. That is how I learned everything, and patience too."
I passed the exam. But that is not what I remember. I remember the music, and the sound of two people laughing in a kitchen where, for weeks, there had been only silence.
תרגיל 1 מתוך 3
הסיפור: The Radio
When Grandpa Moshe moved into our apartment in Haifa, he brought very little with him: two suitcases, a box of old tools and a broken radio. My mother gave him my room, and I moved into the small room next to the kitchen. I was seventeen, and I was angry.
For weeks I hardly spoke to him. Every evening he sat at the kitchen table with his tools, working on the radio. He never asked me for anything, and I never offered to help. I closed my door, played my music loudly and pretended he wasn't there.
Then, two days before my final exam in physics, my laptop stopped working. All my notes were inside it. I tried everything, but the screen stayed black. I sat on the floor of my room and wanted to scream.
Grandpa knocked on the door. "May I look?" he asked quietly. I almost said no. Instead, I gave him the laptop. He opened it slowly, the way a doctor examines a patient, and for an hour he did not say a word. Then the screen lit up.
"How did you learn to do that?" I asked. He smiled. "In 1951, when I came to Israel, I had no family and no money. A man near Haifa port let me sit in his shop and watch him repair radios. That is how I learned everything, and patience too."
That night we studied together. He did not know much about modern physics, but he asked good questions, and I explained. At two in the morning the old radio on the kitchen table suddenly began to play music. We both laughed.
I passed the exam. But that is not what I remember. I remember the music, and the sound of two people laughing in a kitchen where, for weeks, there had been only silence.
תרגיל 2 מתוך 3
הסיפור: The Radio
When Grandpa Moshe moved into our apartment in Haifa, he brought very little with him: two suitcases, a box of old tools and a broken radio. My mother gave him my room, and I moved into the small room next to the kitchen. I was seventeen, and I was angry.
For weeks I hardly spoke to him. Every evening he sat at the kitchen table with his tools, working on the radio. He never asked me for anything, and I never offered to help. I closed my door, played my music loudly and pretended he wasn't there.
Then, two days before my final exam in physics, my laptop stopped working. All my notes were inside it. I tried everything, but the screen stayed black. I sat on the floor of my room and wanted to scream.
Grandpa knocked on the door. "May I look?" he asked quietly. I almost said no. Instead, I gave him the laptop. He opened it slowly, the way a doctor examines a patient, and for an hour he did not say a word. Then the screen lit up.
"How did you learn to do that?" I asked. He smiled. "In 1951, when I came to Israel, I had no family and no money. A man near Haifa port let me sit in his shop and watch him repair radios. That is how I learned everything, and patience too."
That night we studied together. He did not know much about modern physics, but he asked good questions, and I explained. At two in the morning the old radio on the kitchen table suddenly began to play music. We both laughed.
I passed the exam. But that is not what I remember. I remember the music, and the sound of two people laughing in a kitchen where, for weeks, there had been only silence.
תרגיל 3 מתוך 3
הסיפור: The Radio
When Grandpa Moshe moved into our apartment in Haifa, he brought very little with him: two suitcases, a box of old tools and a broken radio. My mother gave him my room, and I moved into the small room next to the kitchen. I was seventeen, and I was angry.
For weeks I hardly spoke to him. Every evening he sat at the kitchen table with his tools, working on the radio. He never asked me for anything, and I never offered to help. I closed my door, played my music loudly and pretended he wasn't there.
Then, two days before my final exam in physics, my laptop stopped working. All my notes were inside it. I tried everything, but the screen stayed black. I sat on the floor of my room and wanted to scream.
Grandpa knocked on the door. "May I look?" he asked quietly. I almost said no. Instead, I gave him the laptop. He opened it slowly, the way a doctor examines a patient, and for an hour he did not say a word. Then the screen lit up.
"How did you learn to do that?" I asked. He smiled. "In 1951, when I came to Israel, I had no family and no money. A man near Haifa port let me sit in his shop and watch him repair radios. That is how I learned everything, and patience too."
That night we studied together. He did not know much about modern physics, but he asked good questions, and I explained. At two in the morning the old radio on the kitchen table suddenly began to play music. We both laughed.
I passed the exam. But that is not what I remember. I remember the music, and the sound of two people laughing in a kitchen where, for weeks, there had been only silence.
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