安妮日记英文版_安妮·弗兰克-第15章

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saturday；　february　27；　1943

dearest　kitty；

pim　is　expecting　the　invasion　any　day　now。　churchill　has　had　pneumonia；　but　is　gradually　getting　better。　gandhi；　the　champion　of　indian　freedom；　is　on　one　of　his　umpteenth　hunger　strikes。

mrs。　van　d。　claims　shes　fatalistic。　but　whos　the　most　afraid　when　the　guns　go　off？

none　other　than　petronella　van　daan。

jan　brought　along　the　episcopal　letter　that　the　bishops　addressed　to　their　parishioners。

it　was　beautiful　and　inspiring。　〃people　of　the　netherlands；　stand　up　and　take　action。

each　of　us　must　choose　our　own　weapons　to　fight　for　the　freedom　of　our　country；　our　people　and　our　reli　gion！　give　your　help　and　support。　act　now！〃　this　is　what　theyre　preaching　from　the　pulpit。　will　it　do　any　good？　its　definitely　too　late　to　help　our　fellow　jews。

guess　whats　happened　to　us　now？　the　owner　of　the　building　sold　it　without　informing　mr。　kugler　and　mr。　kleiman。　one　morning　the　new　landlord　arrived　with　an　architect　to　look　the　place　over。　thank　goodness　mr。　kleiman　was　in　the　office。　he　showed　the　gentlemen　all　there　was　to　see；　with　the　exception　of　the　secret　annex。　he　claimed　hed　left　the　key　at　home　and　the　new　owner　asked　no　further　questions。　if　only　he　doesnt　e　back　demanding　to　see　the　annex。　in　that　case；　well　be　in　big　trouble！

father　emptied　a　card　file　for　margot　and　me　and　filled　it　with　index　cards　that　are　blank　on　one　side。　this　is　to　bee　our　reading　file；　in　which　margot　and　i　are　supposed　to　note　down　the　books　weve　read；　the　author　and　the　date。　ive　learned　two　new　words：　〃brothel〃　and　〃coquette。〃　ive　bought　a　separate　notebook　for　new　words。

theres　a　new　division　of　butter　and　margarine。　each　person　is　to　get　their　portion　on　their　own　plate。　the　distribution　is　very　unfair。　the　van　daans；　who　always　make　breakfast　for　everyone；　give　themselves　one　and　a　half　times　more　than　they　do　us。

my　parents　are　much　too　afraid　of　an　argument　to　say　anything；　which　is　a　shame；　because　i　think　people　like　that　should　always　be　given　a　taste　of　their　own　medicine。

yours；　anne　

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MARCH；　1943

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thursday；　march　4；　1943

dearest　kitty；

mrs。　van　d。　has　a　new　nickname　　weve　started　calling　her　mrs。　beaverbrook。　of　course；　that　doesnt　mean　anything　to　you；　so　let　me　explain。　a　certain　mr。

beaverbrook　often　talks　on　the　english　radio　about　what　he　considers　to　be　the　far　too　lenient　bombardment　of　germany。　mrs。　van　daan；　who　always　contradicts　everyone；　including　churchill　and　the　news　reports；　is　in　plete　agreement　with　mr。

beaverbrook。　so　we　thought　it　would　be　a　good　idea　for　her　to　be　married　to　him；　and　since　she　was　flattered　by　the　notion；　weve　decided　to　call　her　mrs。　beaverbrook　from　now　on。

were　getting　a　new　warehouse　employee；　since　the　old　one　is　being　sent　to　germany。　thats　bad　for　him　but　good　for　us　because　the　new　one　wont　be　famthar　with　the　building。　were　still　afraid　of　the　men　who　work　in　the　warehouse。

gandhi　is　eating　again。

the　black　market　is　doing　a　booming　business。　if　we　had　enough　money　to　pay　the　ridiculous　prices；　we　could　stuff　ourselves　silly。　our　greengrocer　buys　potatoes　from　the　〃wehrmacht〃　and　brings　them　in　sacks　to　the　private　office。　since　he　suspects　were　hiding　here；　he　makes　a　point　of　ing　during　lunchtime；　when　the　warehouse　employees　are　out。

so　much　pepper　is　being　ground　at　the　moment　that　we　sneeze　and　cough　with　every　breath　we　take。　everyone　who　es　upstairs　greets　us　with　an　〃ah…choo。〃　mrs。　van　d。　swears　she　wont　go　downstairs；　one　more　whiff　of　pepper　and　shes　going　to　get　sick。

i　dont　think　father　has　a　very　nice　business。　noth　ing　but　pectin　and　pepper。　as　long　as　youre　in　the　food　business；　why　not　make　candy？

a　veritable　thunderstorm　of　words　came　crashing　down　on　me　again　this　morning。

the　air　flashed　with　so　many　coarse　expressions　that　my　ears　were　ringing　with　〃annes　bad　this〃　annd　〃van　daans　good　that。〃　fire　and　brimstone！

yours；　anne　

wednesday；　march　10；　1943

dearest　kitty；

we　had　a　short　circuit　last　night；　and　besides　that；　the　guns　were　booming　away　until　dawn。　i　still　havent　gotten　over　my　fear　of　planes　and　shooting；　and　i　crawl　into

fathers　bed　nearly　every　night　for　fort。　i　know　it　sounds　childish；　but　wait　till　it　happens　to　you！　the　ack…ack　guns　make　so　much　noise　you　cant　hear　your　own　voice。　mrs。　beaverbrook；　the　fatalist；　practically　burst　into　tears　and　said　in　a　timid　little　voice；　〃oh；　its　so　awful。　oh；　the　guns　are　so　loud！〃　　which　is　another　way　of　saying　〃im　so　scared。鈥�

it　didnt　seem　nearly　as　bad　by　candlelight　as　it　did　in　the　dark。　i　was　shivering；　as　if　i　had　a　fever；　and　begged　father　to　relight　the　candle。　he　was　adamant：　there　was　to　be　no　light。　suddenly　we　heard　a　burst　of　machine…gun　fire；　and　thats　ten　times　worse　than　antiaircraft　guns。

mother　jumped　out　of　bed　and；　to　pims　great　annoyance；　lit　the　candle。　her　resolute　answer　to　his　grumbling　was；　〃after　all；　anne　is　not　an　ex…soldier！〃　and　that　was　the　end　of　that！

have　i　told　you　any　of　mrs。　van　d。s　other　fears？　i　dont　think　so。　to　keep　you　up　to　date　on　the　latest　adventures　in　the　secret　annex；　i　should　tell　you　this　as　well。

one　night　mrs。　van　d。　thought　she　heard　loud　footsteps　in　the　attic；　and　she　was　so　afraid　of　burglars；　she　woke　her　husband。　at　that　very　same　moment；　the　thieves　disappeared；　and　the　only　sound　mr。　van　d。　could　hear　was　the　frightened　pounding　of　his　fatalistic　wifes　heart。　〃oh；　putti！〃　she　cried。　（putti　is　mrs。　van　d。s　pet　name　for　her　husband。）　〃they　must　have　taken　all　our　sausages　and　dried　beans。　and　what　about　peter？　oh；　do　you　think　peters　still　safe　and　sound　in　his　bed？鈥�

〃im　sure　they　havent　stolen　peter。　stop　being　such　a　ninny；　and　let　me　get　back　to　sleep！鈥�

impossible。　mrs。　van　d。　was　too　scared　to　sleep。

a　few　nights　later　the　entire　van　daan　family　was　awakened　by　ghostly　noises。　peter　went　to　the　attic　with　a　flashlight　and　　scurry；　scurry　　what　do　you　think　he　saw　running　away？　a　whole　slew　of　enormous　rats！

once　we　knew　who　the　thieves　were；　we　let　mouschi　sleep　in　the　attic　and　never　saw　our　uninvited　guests　again。　。　。　at　least　not　at　night。

a　few　evenings　ago　（it　was　seven…thirty　and　still　light）；　peter　went　up　to　the　loft　to　get　some　old　newspapers。　he　had　to　hold　on　tightly　to　the　trapdoor　to　climb　down　the　ladder。　he　put　down　his　hand　without　looking；　and　nearly　fell　off　the　ladder　from　shock　and　pain。　without　realizing　it；　hed　put　his　hand　on　a　large　rat；　which　had　bitten　him　in　the　arm。　by　the　time　he　reached　us；　white　as　a　sheet　and　with　his　knees

knocking；　the　blood　had　soaked　through　his　pajamas。　no　wonder　he　was　so　shaken；　since　petting　a　rat　isnt　much　fun；　especially　when　it　takes　a　chunk　out　of　your　arm。

yours；　anne　

friday；　march　12；　1943

dearest　kitty；

may　i　introduce：　mama　frank；　the　childrens　advocate！　extra　butter　for　the　youngsters；　the　problems　facing　todays　youth　　you　name　it；　and　mother　defends　the　younger　generation。　after　a　skirmish　or　two；　she　always　gets　her　way。

one　of　the　jars　of　pickled　tongue　is　spoiled。　a　feast　for　mouschi　and　boche。

you　havent　met　boche　yet；　despite　the　fact　that　she　was　here　before　we　went　into　hiding。　shes　the　warehouse　and　office　cat；　who　keeps　the　rats　at　bay　in　the　storeroom。

her　odd；　political　name　can　easily　be　explained。　for　a　while　the　firm　gies　&　co。　had　two　cats：　one　for　the　warehouse　and　one　for　the　attic。　their　paths　crossed　from　time　to　time；　which　invariably　resulted　in　a　fight。　the　warehouse　cat　was　always　the　aggressor；　while　the　attic　cat　was　ultimately　the　victor；　just　as　in　politics。　so　the　warehouse　cat　was　named　the　german；　or　〃boche；〃　and　the　attic　cat　the　englishman；　or　〃tommy。〃　sometime　after　that　they　got　rid　of　tommy；　but　boche　is　always　there　to　amuse　us　when　we　go　downstairs。

vveve　eaten　so　many　brown　beans　and　navy　beans　that　i　cant　stand　to　look　at　them。　just　thinking　about　them　makes　me　sick。

our　evening　serving　of　bread　has　been　canceled。

daddy　just　said　that　hes　not　in　a　very　cheerful　mood。　his　eyes　look　so　sad　again；　the　poor　man！

i　cant　tear　myself　away　from　the　book　a　knock　at　the　door　by　ina　bakker　boudier。

this　family　saga　is　extremely　well　written；　but　the　parts　dealing　with　war；　writers　and　the　emancipation　of　women　arent　very　good。　to　be　honest；　these　subjects　dont　interest　me　much。

terrible　bombing　raids　on　germany。　mr。　van　daan　is　grouchy。　the　reason：　the

cigarette　shortage。

the　debate　about　whether　or　not　to　start　eating　the　canned　food　ended　in　our　favor。

i　cant　wear　any　of　my　shoes；　except　my　ski　boots；　which　are　not　very　practical　around　the　house。　a　pair　of　straw　thongs　that　were　purchased　for　6。50　guilders　were　worn　down　to　the　soles　within　a　week。　maybe　miep　will　be　able　to　scrounge　up　something　on　the　black　market。

its　time　to　cut　fathers　hair。　pim　swears　that　i　do　such　a　good　job　hell　never　go　to　another　barber　after　the　war。　if　only　i　didnt　nick　his　ear　so　often！

yours；　anne　

thursday；　march　18；　1943

my　dearest　kitty；

turkeys　entered　the　war。　great　excitement。　anxiously　awaiting　radio　reports。

friday；　march　19；　1943

dearest　kitty；

in　less　than　an　hour；　joy　was　followed　by　disappoint　ment。　turkey　hasnt　entered　the　war　yet。　it　was　only　a　cabinet　minister　talking　about　turkey　giving　up　its　neu　trality　sometime　soon。　the　newspaper　vendor　in　dam　square　was　shouting　〃turkey　on　englands　side！〃　and　the　papers　were　being　snatched　out　of　his　hands。　this　was　how　wed　heard　the　encouraging　rumor。

thousand…guilder　notes　are　being　declared　invalid。　thatll　be　a　blow　to　the　black　marketeers　and　others　like　them；　but　even　more　to　pe　ie　in　hiding　and　anyone　else　with　money　that　cant　be　accounted　for。　to　turn　in　a　thousand…guilder　bill；　you　have　to　be　able　to　state　how　you　came　by　it　and　provide　proof。　they　can　still　be　used　to　pay　taxes；　but　only　until　next　week。　the　five…hundred　notes　will　lapse　at　the　same　time。　gies　&　co。　still　had　some　unaccounted…for　thousand…guilder　bills；　which　they　used　to　pay　their　estimated　taxes　for　the　ing　years；　so　everything　seems　to　be　aboveboard。

dussel　has　received　an　old…fashioned；　foot…operated　dentists　drill。　that　means　ill　probably　be　getting　a　thorough　checkup　soon。

dussel　is　terribly　lax　when　it　es　to　obeying　the　rules　of　the　house。　not　only　does　he　write　letters　to　his　charlotte；　hes　also　carrying　on　a　chatty　correspondence　with　various　other　people。　margot；　the　annexs　dutch　teacher；　has　been　correcting　these　letters　for　him。　father　has　forbidden　him　to　keep　up　the　practice　and　margot　has　stopped　correcting　the　letters；　but　i　think　it　wont　be　long　before　he　starts　up　again。

the　fuhrer　has　been　talking　to　wounded　soldiers。　we　listened　on　the　radio；　and　it　was　pathetic。　the　questions　and　answers　went　something　like　this：

〃my　name　is　heinrich　scheppel。鈥�

〃where　were　you　wounded？鈥�

〃near　stalingrad。鈥�

〃what　kind　of　wound　is　it？鈥�

〃two　frostbitten　feet　and　a　fracture　of　the　left　arm。鈥�

this　is　an　exact　report　of　the　hideous　puppet　show　aired　on　the　radio。　the　wounded　seemed　proud　of　their　wounds　　the　more　the　better。　one　was　so　beside　himself　at　the　thought　of　shaking　hands　（i　presume　he　still　had　one）　with　the　fuhrer　that　he　could　barely　say　a　word。