安妮日记英文版_安妮·弗兰克-第3章

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saturday；　june　20；　1942

dearest　kitty！　let　me　get　started　right　away；　its　nice　and　quiet　now。　father　and　mother　are　out　and　margot　has　gone　to　play　ping…pong　with　some　other　young　people　at　her　friend　treess。　ive　been　playing　a　lot　of　ping…pong　myself　lately。　so　much　that　five　of　us　girls　have　formed　a　club。　its　called　〃the　little　dipper　minus　two。〃　a　really　silly　name；　but　its　based　on　a　mistake。　we　wanted　to　give　our　club　a　special　name；　and　because　there　were　five　of　us；　we　came　up　with　the　idea　of　the　little　dipper。　we　thought　it　consisted　of　five　stars；　but　we　turned　out　to　be　wrong。　it　has　seven；　like　the　big　dipper；　which　explains　the　〃minus　two。〃　ilse　wagner　has　a　ping…pong　set；　and　the　wagners　let　us　play　in　their　big　dining　room　whenever　we　want。　since　we　five　ping…pong　players　like　ice　cream；　especially　in　the　summer；　and　since　you　get　hot　playing　ping…pong；　our　games　usually　end　with　a　visit　to　the　nearest　ice…cream　parlor　that　allows　jews：　either　oasis　or　delphi。　weve　long　since　stopped　hunting　around　for　our　purses　or　money　　most　of　the　time　its　so　busy　in　oasis　that　we　manage　to　find　a　few　generous　young　men　of　our　acquaintance　or　an　admirer　to　offer　us　more　ice　cream　than　we　could　eat　in　a　week。

youre　probably　a　little　surprised　to　hear　me　talking　about　admirers　at　such　a　tender　age。　unfortunately；　or　not；　as　the　case　may　be；　this　vice　seems　to　be　rampant　at　our　school。　as　soon　as　a　boy　asks　if　he　can　bicycle　home　with　me　and　we　get　to　talking；　nine　times　out　of　ten　i　can　be　sure　hell　bee　enamored　on　the　spot　and　wont　let

me　out　of　his　sight　for　a　second。　his　ardor　eventually　cools；　especially　since　i　ignore　his　passionate　glances　and　pedal　blithely　on　my　way。　if　it　gets　so　bad　that　they　start　rambling　on　about　〃asking　fathers　permission；〃　i　swerve　slightly　on　my　bike；　my　schoolbag　falls；　and　the　young　man　feels　obliged　to　get　off　his　bike　and　hand　me　the　bag；　by　which　time　ive　switched　the　conversation　to　another　topic。　these　are　the　most　innocent　types。　of　course；　there　are　those　who　blow　you　kisses　or　try　to　take　hold　of　your　arm；　but　theyre　definitely　knocking　on　the　wrong　door。　i　get　off　my　bike　and　either　refuse　to　make　further　use　of　their　pany　or　act　as　if　im　insulted　and　tell　them　in　no　uncertain　terms　to　go　on　home　without　me。　there　you　are。　weve　now　laid　the　basis　for　our　friendship。　until　tomorrow。

yours；　anne　

sunday；　june　21；　1942

dearest　kitty；

our　entire　class　is　quaking　in　its　boots。　the　reason；　of　course；　is　the　uping　meeting　in　which　the　teachers　decide　wholl　be　promoted　to　the　next　grade　and　wholl　be　kept　back。　half　the　class　is　making　bets。　g。z。　and　i　laugh　ourselves　sick　at　the　two　boys　behind　us；　c。n。　and　jacques　kocernoot；　who　have　staked　their　entire　vacation　savings　on　their　bet。　from　morning　to　night；　its　〃youre　going　to　pass；　no；　im　not；鈥�

〃yes；　you　are；〃　〃no；　im　not。〃　even　g。s　pleading　glances　and　my　angry　outbursts　cant　calm　them　down。　if　you　ask　me；　there　are　so　many　dummies　that　about　a　quarter　of　the　class　should　be　kept　back；　but　teachers　are　the　most　unpredictable　creatures　on　earth。　maybe　this　time　theyll　be　unpredictable　in　the　right　direction　for　a　change。　im　not　so　worried　about　my　girlfriends　and　myself。

well　make　it。　the　only　subject　im　not　sure　about　is　math。　anyway；　all　we　can　do　is　wait。　until　then；　we　keep　telling　each　other　not　to　lose　heart。

i　get　along　pretty　well　with　all　my　teachers。　there　are　nine　of　them；　seven　men　and　two　women。　mr。　keesing；　the　old　fogey　who　teaches　math；　was　mad　at　me　for　the　longest　time　because　i　talked　so　much。　after　several　warnings；　he　assigned　me　extra　homework。　an　essay　on　the　subject　〃a　chatterbox。〃　a　chatterbox；　what　can　you　write　about　that？　id　wbrry　about　that　later；　i　decided。　i　jotted　down　the　assignment　in　my　notebook；　tucked　it　in　my　bag　and　tried　to　keep　quiet。

that　evening；　after　id　finished　the　rest　of　my　homework；　the　note　about　the　essay　caught　my　eye。　i　began　thinking　about　the　subject　while　chewing　the　tip　of　my　fountain　pen。　anyone　could　ramble　on　and　leave　big　spaces　between　the　words；　but　the

trick　was　to　e　up　with　convincing　arguments　to　prove　the　necessity　of　talking。　i　thought　and　thought；　and　suddenly　i　had　an　idea。　i　wrote　the　three　pages　mr。　keesing　had　assigned　me　and　was　satisfied。　i　argued　that　talking　is　a　female　trait　and　that　i　would　do　my　best　to　keep　it　under　control；　but　that　i　would　never　be　able　to　break　myself　of　the　habit；　since　my　mother　talked　as　much　as　i　did；　if　not　more；　and　that　theres　not　much　you　can　do　about　inherited　traits。

mr。　keesing　had　a　good　laugh　at　my　arguments；　but　when　i　proceeded　to　talk　my　way　through　the　next　class；　he　assigned　me　a　second　essay。　this　time　it　was　supposed　to　be　on　〃an　incorrigible　chatterbox。〃　i　handed　it　in；　and　mr。　keesing　had　nothing　to　plain　about　for　two　whole　classes。　however；　during　the　third　class　hed　finally　had　enough。　〃anne　frank；　as　punishment　for　talking　in　class；　write　an　essay　entitled　quack；　quack；　quack；　said　mistress　chatterback。鈥�

the　class　roared。　i　had　to　laugh　too；　though　id　）　nearly　exhausted　my　ingenuity　on　the　topic　of　chatterboxes。　it　was　time　to　e　up　with　something　else；　j　something　original。　my　friend　sanne；　whos　good　at　poetry；　offered　to　help　me　write　the　essay　from　beginning　to　end　in　verse。　i　jumped　for　joy。　keesing　was　trying　to　play　a　joke　on　me　with　this　ridiculous　subject；　but　id　make　sure　the　joke　was　on　him。　i　finished　my　poem；　and　it　was　beautiful！　it　was　about　a　mother　duck　and　a　father　swan　with　three　baby　ducklings　who　were　bitten　to　death　by　the　father　because　they　quacked　too　much。　luckily；　keesing　took　the　joke　the　right　way。　he　read　the　poem　to　the　class；　adding　his　own　ments；　and　to　several　other　classes　as　well。　since　then　ive　been　allowed　to　talk　and　havent　been　assigned　any　extra　homework。　on　the　contrary；　keesings　always　i　making　jokes　these　days。

yours；　anne　

wednesday；　june　24；　1942

dearest　kitty；

its　sweltering。　everyone　is　huffing　and　puffing；　and　in　this　heat　i　have　to　walk　everywhere。　only　now　do　i　realize　how　pleasant　a　streetcar　is；　but　we　jews　are　no　longer　allowed　to　make　use　of　this　luxury；　our　own　two　feet　are　good　enough　for　us。

yesterday　at　lunchtime　i　had　an　appointment　with　the　dentist　on　jan　luykenstraat。　its　a　long　way　from　our　school　on　stadstimmertuinen。　that　afternoon　i　nearly　fell　asleep　at　my　desk。　fortunately；　people　automatically　offer　you　something　to　drink。　the　dental　assistant　is　really　kind。

the　only　mode　of　transportation　left　to　us　is　the　ferry。　the　ferryman　at　josef

israelkade　took　us　across　when　we　asked　him　to。　its　not　the　fault　of　the　dutch　that　we　jews　are　having　such　a　bad　time。

i　wish　i　didnt　have　to　go　to　school。　my　bike　was　stolen　during　easter　vacation；　and　father　gave　mothers　bike　to　some　christian　friends　for　safekeeping。　thank　goodness　summer　vacation　is　almost　here；　one　more　week　and　our　torment　will　be　over。

something　unexpected　happened　yesterday　morning。　as　i　was　passing　the　bicycle　racks；　i　heard　my　name　being　called。　i　turned　around　and　there　was　the　nice　boy　id　met　the　evening　before　at　my　friend　wilmas。　hes　wilmas　second　cousin。　i　used　to　think　wilma　was　nice；　which　she　is；　but　all　she　ever　talks　about　is　boys；　and　that　gets　to　be　a　bore。　he　came　toward　me；　somewhat　shyly；　and　introduced　himself　as　hello　silberberg。　i　was　a　little　surprised　and　wasnt　sure　what　he　wanted；　but　it　didnt　take　me　long　to　find　out。　he　asked　if　i　would　allow　him　to　acpany　me　to　school。　〃as　long　as　youre　headed　that　way；　ill　go　with　you；〃　i　said。　and　so　we　walked　together。

hello　is　sixteen　and　good　at　telling　all　kinds　of　funny　stories。

he　was　waiting　for　me　again　this　morning；　and　i　expect　he　will　be　from　now　on。

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JULY；　1942

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wednesday；　july　1；　1942

dearest　kitty；

until　today　i　honestly　couldnt　find　the　time　to　write　you。　i　was　with　friends　all　day　thursday；　we　had　pany　on　friday；　and　thats　how　it　went　until　today。

hello　and　i　have　gotten　to　know　each　other　very　well　this　past　week；　and　hes　told　me　a　lot　about　his　life。　he　es　from　gelsenkirchen　and　is　living　with　his　grandparents。　his　parents　are　in　belgium；　but　theres　no　way　he　can　get　there。　hello　used　to　have　a　girlfriend　named　ursula。　i　know　her　too。　shes　perfectly　sweet　and　perfectly　boring。　ever　since　he　met　me；　hello　has　realized　that　hes　been　falling　asleep　at　ursuls　side。　so　im　kind　of　a　pep　tonic。　you　never　know　what　youre　good　for！

jacque　spent　saturday　night　here。　sunday　afternoon　she　was　at　hannelis；　and　i　was　bored　stiff。

hello　was　supposed　to　e　over　that　evening；　but　he　called　around　six。　i　answered　the　phone；　and　he　said；　〃this　is　helmuth　silberberg。　may　i　please　speak　to　anne？〃

〃oh；　hello。　this　is　anne。鈥�

〃oh；　hi；　anne。　how　are　you？〃　鈥�

〃fine；　thanks。鈥�

〃i　just　wanted　to　say　im　sorry　but　i　cant　e　tonight；　though　i　would　like　to　have　a　word　with　you。　is　it　all　right　if　i　e　by　and　pick　you　up　in　about　ten　minutes　〃yes；　thats　fine。　bye…bye！鈥�

〃okay；　ill　be　right　over。　bye…bye！鈥�

i　hung　up；　quickly　changed　my　clothes　and　fixed　my　hair。　i　was　so　nervous　i　leaned　out　the　window　to　watch　for　him。　he　finally　showed　up。　miracle　of　miracles；　i　didnt　rush　down　the　stairs；　but　waited　quietly　until　he　rang　the　bell。　i　went　down　to　open　the　door；　and　he　got　right　to　the　point。

〃anne；　my　grandmother　thinks　youre　too　young　for　me　to　be　seeing　you　on　a　regular　basis。　she　says　i　should　be　going　to　the　lowenbachs；　but　you　probably　know　that　im　not　going　out　with　ursul　anymore。鈥�

〃no；　i　didnt　know。　what　happened？　did　you　two　have　a　fight？鈥�

〃no；　nothing　like　that。　i　told　ursul　that　we　werent　suited　to　each　other　and　so　it　was　better　for　us　not　to　go　together　anymore；　but　that　she　was　wele　at　my　house　and　i　hoped　i　would　be　wele　at　hers。　actually；　i　thought　ursul　was　hanging　around　with　another　boy；　and　i　treated　her　as　if　she　were。　but　that　wasnt　true。　and　then　my　uncle　said　i　should　apologize　to　her；　but　of　course　i　didnt　feel　like　it；　and　thats　why　i　broke　up　with　her。　but　that　was　just　one　of　the　reasons。

〃now　my　grandmother　wants　me　to　see　ursul　and　not　you；　but　i　dont　agree　and　im　not　going　to。　sometimes　old　people　have　really　old…fashioned　ideas；　but　that　doesnt　mean　i　have　to　go　along　with　them。　i　need　my　grandparents；　but　in　a　certain　sense　they　need　me　too。　from　now　on　ill　be　free　on　wednesday　evenings。　you　see；　my　grandparents　made　me　sign　up　for　a　wood…carving　class；　but　actually　i　go　to　a　club　organized　by　the　zionists。　my　grandparents　dont　want　me　to　go；　because　theyre　anti…zionists。　im　not　a　fanatic　zionist；　but　it　interests　me。　anyway；　its　been　such　a　mess　lately　that　im　planning　to　quit。　so　next　wednesday　will　be　my　last　meeting。

that　means　i　can　see　you　wednesday　evening；　saturday　afternoon；　saturday　evening；　sunday　afternoon　and　maybe　even　more。〃

〃but　if　your　grandparents　dont　want　you　to；　you？　shouldnt　go　behind　their　backs。鈥�

〃alls　fair　in　love　and　war。鈥�

just　then　we　passed　blankevoorts　bookstore　and　there　was　peter　schiff　with　two　other　boys；　it　was　the　first　time　hed　said　hello　to　me　in　ages；　and　it　really　made　me　feel　good。

monday　evening　hello　came　over　to　meet　father　and　mother。　i　had　bought　a　cake　and　some　candy；　and