安妮日记英文版_安妮·弗兰克-第4章

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monday　evening　hello　came　over　to　meet　father　and　mother。　i　had　bought　a　cake　and　some　candy；　and　we　had　tea　and　cookies；　the　works；　but　neither　hello　nor　i　felt　like　sitting　stiffly　on　our　chairs。　so　we　went　out　for　a　walk；　and　he　didnt　deliver　me　to　my　door　until　ten　past　eight。　father　was　furious。　he　said　it　was　very　wrong　of　me　not　to　get　home　on　time。　i　had　to　promise　to　be　home　by　ten　to　eight　in　the　future。　ive　been　asked　to　hellos　on　saturday。

wilma　told　me　that　one　night　when　hello　was　at　her　house；　she　asked　him；　〃who　do　you　like　best；　ursul　or　anne？鈥�

he　said；　〃its　none　of　your　business。鈥�

but　as　he　was　leaving　（they　hadnt　talked　to　each　other　the　rest　of　the　evening）；　he　said；　〃well；　i　like　anne　better；　but　dont　tell　anyone。　bye！〃　and　whoosh。　。　。　he　was　out　the　door。

in　everything　he　says　or　does；　i　can　see　that　hello　is　in　love　with　me；　and　its　kind　of　nice　for　a　change。　margot　would　say　that　hello　is　eminently　suitable。　i　think　so　too；　but　hes　more　than　that。　mother　is　also　full　of　praise：　〃a　good…looking　boy。　nice　and　polite。〃　im　glad　hes　so　popular　with　everyone。　except　with　my　girlfriends。　he　thinks　theyre　very　childish；　and　hes　right　about　that。　jacque　still　teases　me　about　him；　but　im　not　in　love　with　him。　not　really。　its　all　right　for　me　to　have　boys　as　friends。

nobody　minds。

mother　is　always　asking　me　who　im　going　to　marry　when　i　grow　up；　but　i　bet　shell　never　guess　its　peter；　because　i　talked　her　out　of　that　idea　myself；　without　batting　an　eyelash。　i　love　peter　as　ive　never　loved　anyone；　and　i　tell　myself　hes　only　going　around　with　all　those　other　girls　to　hide　his　feelings　for　me。　maybe　he　thinks　hello　and　i　are　in　love　with　each　other；　which　were　not。　hes　just　a　friend；　or　as　mother　puts　it；　a　beau。

yours；　anne

sunday；　july　5；　1942

dear　kitty；

the　graduation　ceremony　in　the　jewish　theater　on　friday　went　as　expected。　my　report　card　wasnt　too　bad。　i　got　one　d；　a　c…　in　algebra　and　all　the　rest　bs；　except　for　two　b＋s　and　two　b…s。　my　parents　are　pleased；　but　theyre　not　like　other　parents　when　it　es　to　grades。　they　never　worry　about　report　cards；　good　or　bad。　as　long　as　im　healthy　and　happy　and　dont　talk　back　too　much；　theyre　satisfied。　if　these　three　things　are　all　right；　everything　else　will　take　care　of　itself。

im　just　the　opposite。　i　dont　want　to　be　a　poor　student。　i　was　accepted　to　the　jewish　lyceum　on　a　conditional　basis。　i　was　supposed　to　stay　in　the　seventh　grade　at　the　montessori　school；　but　when　jewish　children　were　required　to　go　to　jewish　schools；　mr。　elte　finally　agreed；　after　a　great　deal　of　persuasion；　to　accept　lies　goslar　and　me。

lies　also　passed　this　year；　though　she　has　to　repeat　her　geometry　exam。

poor　lies。　it　isnt　easy　for　her　to　study　at　home；　her　baby　sister；　a　spoiled　little　two…year…old；　plays　in　her　room　all　day。　if　gabi　doesnt　get　her　way；　she　starts　screaming；　and　if　lies　doesnt　look　after　her；　mrs。　goslar　starts　screaming。　so　lies　has　a　hard　time　doing　her　homework；　and　as　long　as　thats　the　case；　the　tutoring　shes　been　getting　wont　help　much。　the　goslar　household　is　really　a　sight。　mrs。　goslars　parents　live　next　door；　but　eat　with　the　family。　the　theres　a　hired　girl；　the　baby；　the　always　absentminded　and　absent　mr。　goslar　and　the　always　nervous　and　irrita　ie　mrs。

goslar；　whos　expecting　another　baby。　lies；　whos　all　thumbs；　gets　lost　in　the　mayhem。

my　sister　margot　has　also　gotten　her　report　card。

brilliant；　as　usual。　if　we　had　such　a　thing　as　〃cum　laude；〃　she　would　have　passed　with　honors；　shes　so　smart。

father　has　been　home　a　lot　lately。　theres　nothing　for　him　to　do　at　the　office；　it　must　be　awful　to　feel　youre　not　needed。　mr。　kleiman　has　taken　over　opekta；　and　mr。

kugler；　gies　&　co。；　the　pany　dealing　in　spices　and　spice　substitutes　that　was　set　up　in　1941。

a　few　days　ago；　as　we　were　taking　a　stroll　around　our　neighborhood　square；　father　began　to　talk　about　going　into　hiding。　he　said　it　would　be　very　hard　for　us　to　live　cut　off　from　the　rest　of　the　world。　i　asked　him　why　he　was　bringing　this　up　now。

〃well；　anne；〃　he　replied；　〃you　know　that　for　more　than　a　year　weve　been　bringing　clothes；　food　and　furniture　to　other　people。　we　dont　want　our　belongings　to　be　seized　by　the　germans。　nor　do　we　want　to　fall　into　their　clutches　ourselves。　so　well　leave　of　our　own　accord　and　not　wait　to　be　hauled　away。鈥�

〃but　when；　father？〃　he　sounded　so　serious　that　i　felt　scared。

〃dont　you　worry。　well　take　care　of　everything。　just　enjoy　your　carefree　life　while　you　can。鈥�

that　was　it。　oh；　may　these　somber　words　not　e　true　for　as　long　as　possible。

the　doorbells　ringing；　hellos　here；　time　to　stop。

yours；　anne　

wednesday；　july　8；　1942

dearest　kitty；

it　seems　like　years　since　sunday　morning。　so　much　has　happened　its　as　if　the　whole　world　had　suddenly　turned　upside　down。　but　as　you　can　see；　kitty；　im　still　alive；　and　thats　the　main　thing；　father　says。　im　alive　all　right；　but　dont　ask　where　or　how。　you　probably　dont　understand　a　word　im　saying　today；　so　ill　begin　by　telling　you　what　happened　sunday　afternoon。

at　three　oclock　（hello　had　left　but　was　supposed　to　e　back　later）；　the　doorbell　rang。　i　didnt　hear　it；　since　i　was　out　on　the　balcony；　lazily　reading　in　the　sun。　a　little　while　later　margot　appeared　in　the　kitchen　doorway　looking　very　agitated。　〃father　has　received　a　call…up　notice　from　the　ss；〃　she　whispered。　〃mother　has　gone　to　see　mr。

van　daan〃　（mr。　van　daan　is　fathers　business　partner　and　a　good　friend。）

i　was　stunned。　a　call…up：　everyone　knows　what　that　means。　visions　of　concentration　camps　and　lonely　cells　raced　through　my　head。　how　could　we　let　father　go　to　such　a　fate？　〃of　course　hes　not　going；〃　declared　margot　as　we　waited　for　mother　in　the　living　room。　〃mothers　gone　to　mr。　van　daan　to　ask　whether　we　can　move　to　our　hiding　place　tomorrow。　the　van　daans　are　going　with　us。　there　will　be　seven　of　us　altogether。〃　silence。　we　couldnt　speak。　the　thought　of　father　off　visiting　someone　in　the　jewish　hospital　and　pletely　unaware　of　what　was　happening；　the　long　wait　for　mother；　the　heat；　the　suspense　　all　this　reduced　us　to　silence。

suddenly　the　doorbell　rang　again。　〃thats　hello；〃　i　said。

〃dont　open　the　door！〃　exclaimed　margot　to　stop　me。　but　it　wasnt　necessary；　since　we　heard　mother　and　mr。　van　daan　downstairs　talking　to　hello；　and　then　the　two　of　them　came　inside　and　shut　the　door　behind　them。　every　time　the　bell　rang；　either　margot　or　i　had　to　tiptoe　downstairs　to　see　if　it　was　father；　and　we　didnt　let　anyone　else　in。　margot　and　i　were　sent　from　the　room；　as　mr。　van　daan　wanted　to　talk　to　mother　alone。

when　she　and　i　were　sitting　in　our　bedroom；　margot　told　me　that　the　call…up　was　not　for　father；　but　for　her。　at　this　second　shock；　i　began　to　cry。　margot　is　sixteen　　apparently　they　want　to　send　girls　her　age　away　on　their　own。　but　thank　goodness　she　wont　be　going；　mother　had　said　so　herself；　which　must　be　what　father　had　meant　when　he　talked　to　me　about　our　going　into　hiding。　hiding。　。　。　where　would　we　hide？　in　the　city？　in　the　country？　in　a　house？　in　a　shack？　when；　where；　how。　。　。　？　these　were　questions　i　wasnt　allowed　to　ask；　but　they　still　kept　running　through　my　mind。

margot　and　i　started　packing　our　most　important　belongings　into　a　schoolbag。　the　first　thing　i　stuck　in　was　this　diary；　and　then　curlers；　handkerchiefs；　schoolbooks；　a　b　and　some　old　letters。　preoccupied　by　the　thought　of　going　into　hiding；　i　stuck　the　craziest　things　in　the　bag；　but　im　not　sorry。　memories　mean　more　to　me　than　dresses。

father　finally　came　hqme　around　five　oclock；　and　we　called　mr。　kleiman　to　ask　if　he　could　e　by　that　evening。　mr。　van　daan　left　and　went　to　get　miep。　miep　arrived　and　promised　to　return　later　that　night；　taking　with　her　a　bag　full　of　shoes；　dresses；　jackets；　underwear　and　stockings。　after　that　it　was　quiet　in　our　apartment；　none　of　us　felt　like　eating。　it　was　still　hot；　and　everything　was　very　strange。

we　had　rented　our　big　upstairs　room　to　a　mr。　goldschmidt；　a　divorced　man　in　his　thirties；　who　apparently　had　nothing　to　do　that　evening；　since　despite　all　our　polite　hints　he　hung　around　until　ten　oclock。

miep　and　jan　gies　came　at　eleven。　miep；　whos　worked　for　fathers　pany　since　1933；　has　bee　a　close　friend；　and　so　has　her　husband　jan。　once　again；　shoes；　stockings；　books　and　underwear　disappeared　into　mieps　bag　and　jans　deep　pockets。　at　eleven…thirty　they　too　disappeared。

i　was　exhausted；　and　even　though　i　knew　itd　be　my　last　night　in　my　own　bed；　i　fell　asleep　right　away　and　didnt　wake　up　until　mother　called　me　at　five…thirty　the　next　morning。　fortunately；　it　wasnt　as　hot　as　sunday；　a　warm　rain　fell　throughout　the　day。

the　four　of　us　were　wrapped　in　so　many　layers　of　clothes　it　looked　as　if　we　were　going　off　to　spend　the　night　in　a　refrigerator；　and　all　that　just　so　we　could　take　more　clothes　with　us。　no　jew　in　our　situation　would　dare　leave　the　house　with　a　suitcase　full　of　clothes。　i　was　wearing　two　undershirts；　three　pairs　of　underpants；　a　dress；　and　over　that　a　skirt；　a　jacket；　a　raincoat；　two　pairs　of　stockings；　heavy　shoes；　a　cap；　a　scarf　and　lots　more。　i　was　suffocating　even　before　we　left　the　house；　but　no　one　bothered　to　ask　me　how　i　felt。

margot　stuffed　her　schoolbag　with　schoolbooks；　went　to　get　her　bicycle　and；　with　miep　leading　the　way；　rode　off　into　the　great　unknown。　at　any　rate；　thats　how　i　thought　of　it；　since　i　still　didnt　know　where　our　hiding　place　was。

at　seven…thirty　we　too　closed　the　door　behind　us；　moortje；　my　cat；　was　the　only　living　creature　i　said　good…bye　to。　according　to　a　note　we　left　for　mr。　goldschmidt；　she　was　to　be　taken　to　the　neighbors；　who　would　give　her　a　good　home。

the　stripped　beds；　the　breakfast　things　on　the　table；　the　pound　of　meat　for　the　cat　in　the　kitchen　　all　of　these　created　the　impression　that　wed　left　in　a　hurry。　but　we　werent　interested　in　impressions。　we　just　wanted　to　get　out　of　there；　to　get　away　and　reach　our　destination　in　safety。　nothing　else　mattered。

more　tomorrow。

yours；　anne　

thursday；　july　9；　1942

dearest　kitty；

so　there　we　were；　father；　mother　and　i；　walking　in　the　pouring　rain；　each　of　us　with　a　schoolbag　and　a　shopping　bag　filled　to　the　brim　with　the　most　varied　assortment　of　items。　the　people　on　their　way　to　work　at　that　early　hour　gave　us　sympathetic　looks；

you　could　tell　by　their　faces　that　they　were　sorry　they　couldnt　offer　us　some　kind　of　transportation；　the　conspicuous　yellow　star　spoke　for　itself。

only　when　we　were　walking　down　the　street　did　father　and　mother　reveal；　little　by　little；　what　the　plan　was。　for　months　wed　been　moving　as　much　of　our　furniture　and　apparel　out　of　the　apartment　as　we　could。　it　was　agreed　that　wed　go　into　hiding　on　july　16。　because　of　margots　call…up　notice；　the　plan　had　to　be　moved　up　ten　days；　which　meant　wed　have　to　make　do　with　less　orderly　rooms。

the　hiding　place　was　located　in　fathers　office　building。　thats　a　little　hard　for　outsiders　to　understand；　so　ill　explain。　father　didnt　have　a　lot　of　people　working　in　his　office；　just　mr。　kugler；　mr。　kleiman；　miep　and　a　twenty…three…year…old　typist　named　bep　voskuijl；　all　of　whom　were　informed　of　our　ing。　mr。　voskuijl；　beps　father；　works　in　the　warehouse；　along　with　two　assistants；　none　of　whom　were　told　anything。

heres　a　d