安妮日记英文版_安妮·弗兰克-第43章

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〃well；〃　the　father　replied；　〃the　stork　plucked　you　out　of　the　ocean；　set　you　down　in　mothers　bed　and　bit　her　in　the　leg；　hard。　it　bled　so　much　she　had　to　stay　in　bed　for　a　week。鈥�

not　fully　satisfied；　the　boy　went　to　his　mother。　〃tell　me；　mother；〃　he　asked；　〃how　did　you　get　born　and　how　did　i　get　born？鈥�

his　mother　told　him　the　very　same　story。　finally；　hoping　to　hear　the　fine　points；　he　went　to　his　grandfather。　〃tell　me；　grandfather；〃　he　said；　〃how　did　you　get　born　and　how　did　your　daughter　get　born？〃　and　for　the　third　time　he　was　told　exactly　the　same　story。

that　night　he　wrote　in　his　diary：　〃after　careful　inquiry；　i　must　conclude　that　there　has　been　no　sexual　intercourse　in　our　family　for　the　last　three　generations！鈥�

i　still　have　work　to　do；　its　already　three　oclock。

yours；　anne　

m。　frank

ps。　since　i　think　ive　mentioned　the　new　cleaning　lady；　i　just　want　to　note　that　shes　married；　sixty　years　old　and　hard　of　hearing！　very　convenient；　in　view　of　all　the　noise　that　eight　people　in　hiding　are　capable　of　mak…　ing。

oh；　kit；　its　such　lovely　weather。　if　only　i　could　go　outside！

wednesday；　may　10；　1944

dearest　kitty；

we　were　sitting　in　the　attic　yesterday　afternoon　working　on　our　french　when　suddenly　i　heard　the　splatter　of　water　behind　me。　i　asked　peter　what　it　might　be。　without　pausing　to　reply；　he　dashed　up　to　the　loft…the　scene　of　the　disaster　　and　shoved

mouschi；　who　was　squatting　beside　her　soggy　litter　box；　back　to　the　right　place。　this　was　followed　by　shouts　and　squeals；　and　then　mouschi；　who　by　that　time　had　finished　peeing；　took　off　downstairs。　in　search　of　something　similar　to　her　box；　mouschi　had　found　herself　a　pile　of　wood　shavings；　right　over　a　crack　in　the　floor。　the　puddle　immediately　trickled　down　to　the　attic　and；　as　luck　would　have　it；　landed　in　and　next　to　the　potato　barrel。　the　cethng　was　dripping；　and　since　the　attic　floor　has　also　got　its　share　of　cracks；　little　yellow　drops　were　leaking　through　the　ceiling　and　onto　the　dining　table；　between　a　pile　of　stockings　and　books。

i　was　doubled　up　with　laughter；　it　was　such　a　funny　sight。　there　was　mouschi　crouched　under　a　chair；　peter　armed　with　water；　powdered　bleach　and　a　cloth；　and　mr。

van　daan　trying　to　calm　everyone　down。　the　room　was　soon　set　to　rights；　but　its　a　well…known　fact　that　cat　puddles　stink　to　high　heaven。　the　potatoes　proved　that　all　too　well；　as　did　the　wood　shavings；　which　father　collected　in　a　bucket　and　brought　downstairs　to　burn。

poor　mouschi！　how　were　you　to　know　its　impossible　to　get　peat　for　your　box？

anne　thursday；　may　11；　1944

dearest　kitty；

a　new　sketch　to　make　you　laugh：

peters　hair　had　to　be　cut；　and　as　usual　his　mother　was　to　be　the　hairdresser。　at　seven　twenty…five　peter　vanished　into　his　room；　and　reappeared　at　the　stroke　of　seven…thirty；　stripped　down　to　his　blue　swimming　trunks　and　a　pair　of　tennis　shoes。

〃are　you　ing？〃　he　asked　his　mother。

〃yes；　ill　be　up　in　a　minute；　but　i　cant　find　the　scissors！鈥�

peter　helped　her　look；　rummaging　around　in　her　cosmetics　drawer。　〃dont　make　such　a　mess；　peter；〃　she　grumbled。

i　didnt　catch　peters　reply；　but　it　must　have　been　insolent；　because　she　cuffed　him　on　the　arm。　he　cuffed　her　back；　she　punched　him　with　all　her　might；　and　peter　pulled　his　arm　away　with　a　look　of　mock　horror　on　his　face。　〃e　on；　old　girl！〃

mrs。　van　d。　stayed　put。　peter　grabbed　her　by　the　wrists　and　pulled　her　all　around　the　room。　she　laughed；　cried；　scolded　and　kicked；　but　nothing　helped。　peter　led　his　prisoner　as　far　as　the　attic　stairs；　where　he　was　obliged　to　let　go　of　her。　mrs。　van　d。

came　back　to　the　room　and　collapsed　into　a　chair　with　a　loud　sigh。

〃die　enifu〃hruna　der　mutter；〃。　i　joked。　＇*　the　abduction　of　mother；　a　possible　reference　to　mozarts　opera　the　abduction　from　the　seraglio。＇　〃yes；　but　he　hurt　me。鈥�

i　went　to　have　a　look　and　cooled　her　hot；　red　wrists　with　water。　peter；　still　by　the　stairs　and　growing　impa…　tient　again；　strode　into　the　room　with　his　belt　in　his　hand；　like　a　lion　tamer。　mrs。　van　d。　didnt　move；　but　stayed　by　her　writing　desk；　looking　for　a　handkerchief。　〃youve　got　to　apologize　first。鈥�

〃all　right；　i　hereby　offer　my　apologies；　but　only　because　if　i　dont；　well　be　here　till　midnight。鈥�

mrs。　van　d。　had　to　laugh　in　spite　of　herself。　she　got　up　and　went　toward　the　door；　where　she　felt　obliged　to　give　us　an　explanation。　（by　us　i　mean　father；　mother　and　me；　we　were　busy　doing　the　dishes。）　〃he　wasnt　like　this　at　home；〃　she　said。　〃id　have　belted　him　so　hard　hed　have　gone　flying　down　the　stairs　＇！＇。　hes　never　been　so　insolent。　this　isnt　the　first　time　hes　deserved　a　good　hiding。　thats　what　you　get　with　a　modern　upbringing；　modern　children。　id　never　have　grabbed　my　mother　like　that。　did　you　treat　your　mother　that　way；　mr。　frank？〃　she　was　very　upset；　pacing　back　and　forth；　saying　whatever　came　into　her　head；　and　she　still　hadnt　gone　upstairs。

finally；　at　long　last；　she　made　her　exit。

less　than　five　minutes　later　she　stormed　back　down　the　stairs；　with　her　cheeks　all　puffed　out；　and　flung　her　apron　on　a　chair。　when　i　asked　if　she　was　through；　she　replied　that　she　was　going　downstairs。　she　tore　down　the　stairs　like　a　tornado；　probably　straight　into　the　arms　of　her　putti。

she　didnt　e　up　again　until　eight；　this　time　with　her　husband。　peter　was　dragged　from　the　attic；　given　a　merciless　scolding　and　showered　with　abuse：　ill…mannered　brat；　no…good　bum；　bad　example；　anne　this；　margot　that；　i　couldnt　hear　the　rest。

everything　seems　to　have　calmed　down　again　today！

yours；　anne　

m。　frank

p。s。　tuesday　and　wednesday　evening　our　beloved　queen　addressed　the　country。　shes　taking　a　vacation　so　shell　be　in　good　health　for　her　return　to　the　netherlands。

she　used　words　like　〃soon；　when　im　back　in　holland；〃　〃a　swift　liberation；〃　〃heroism鈥�

and　〃heavy　burdens。鈥�

this　was　followed　by　a　speech　by　prime　minister　gerbrandy。　he　has　such　a　squeaky　little　childs　voice　that　mother　instinctively　said；　〃oooh。〃　a　clergyman；　who　must　have　borrowed　his　voice　from　mr。　edel；　concluded　by　asking　god　to　take　care　of　the　jews；　all　those　in　concentration　camps　and　prisons　and　everyone　working　in　germany。

thursday；　may　11；　1944

dearest　kitty；

since　ive　left　my　entire　〃junk　box〃　　including　my　fountain　pen　　upstairs　and　im　not　allowed　to　disturb　the　grown…ups　during　their　nap　time　（until　two…thirty）；　youll　have　to　make　do　with　a　letter　in　pencil。

im　terribly　busy　at　the　moment；　and　strange　as　it　may　sound；　i　dont　have　enough　time　to　get　through　my　pile　of　work。　shall　i　tell　you　briefly　what　ive　got　to　do？　well　then；　before　tomorrow　i　have　to　finish　reading　the　first　volume　of　a　biography　of　galileo　galilei；　since　it　has　to　be　returned　to　the　library。　i　started　reading　it　yesterday　and　have　gotten　up　to　page　220　out　of　320　pages；　so　ill　manage　it。　next　week　i　have　to　read　palestine　at　the　cross…　roads　and　the　second　volume　of　galilei。　besides　that；　i　finished　the　first　volume　of　a　biography　of　emperor　charles　v　yesterday；　and　i　still　have　to　work　out　the　many　genealogical　charts　ive　collected　and　the　notes　ive　taken。

next　i　have　three　pages　of　foreign　words　from　my　various　books；　all　of　which　have　to　be　written　down；　memorized　and　read　aloud。　number　four：　my　movie　stars　are　in　a　terrible　disarray　and　are　dying　to　be　straightened　out；　but　since　itll　take　several　days　to　do　that　and　professor　anne　is；　as　shes　already　said；　up　to　her　ears　in　work；　theyll　have　to　put　up　with　the　chaos　a　while　longer。　then　therere　theseus；　oedipus；　peleus；　orpheus；　jason　and　hercules　all　waiting　to　be　untangled；　since　their　various　deeds　are　running　crisscross　through　my　mind　like　mul…　ticolored　threads　in　a　dress。　myron　and　phidias　are　also　urgently　in　need　of　attention；　or　else　ill　forget　entirely　how　they　fit　into　the　picture。　the　same　applies；　for　example；　to　the　seven　years　war　and　the　nine　years　war。　now　im　getting　everything　all　mixed　up。　well；　what　can　you　do　with　a　memory　like　mine！　just　imagine　how　forgetful　ill　be　when　im　eighty！

oh；　one　more　thing。　the　bible。　how　long　is　it　going　to　take　before　i　e　to　the　story　of　the　bathing　susanna？　and　what　do　they　mean　by　sodom　and　gomorrah？　oh；

theres　still　so　much　to　find　out　and　learn。　and　in　the　meantime；　ive　left　charlotte　of　the　palatine　in　the　lurch。

you　can　see；　cant　you；　kitty；　that　im　full　to　bursting？

and　now　something　else。　youve　known　for　a　long　time　that　my　greatest　wish　is　to　be　a　journalist；　and　later　on；　a　famous　writer。　well　have　to　wait　and　see　if　these　grand　illusions　（or　delusions！）　will　ever　e　true；　but　up　to　now　ive　had　no　lack　of　topics。

in　any　case；　after　the　war　id　like　to　publish　a　book　called　the　secret　annex。　it　remains　to　be　seen　whether　ill　succeed；　but　my　diary　can　serve　as　the　basis。

i　also　need　to　finish　〃cadys　life。〃　ive　thought　up　the　rest　of　the　plot。　after　being　cured　in　the　sanatorium；　cady　goes　back　home　and　continues　writing　to　hans。　its　1941；　and　it　doesnt　take　her　long　to　discover　hanss　nazi　sympathies；　and　since　cady　is　deeply　concerned　with　the　plight　of　the　jews　and　of　her　friend　marianne；　they　begin　drifting　apart。　they　meet　and　get　back　together；　but　break　up　when　hans　takes　up　with　another　girl。　cady　is　shattered；　and　because　she　wants　to　have　a　good　job；　she　studies　nursing。　after　graduation　she　accepts　a　position；　at　the　urging　of　her　fathers　friends；　as　a　nurse　in　a　tb　sanatorium　in　switzerland。　during　her　first　vacation　she　goes　to　lake　o；　where　she　runs　into　hans。　he　tells　her　that　two　years　earlier　hed　married　cadys　successor；　but　that　his　wife　took　her　life　in　a　fit　of　depression。

now　that　hes　seen　his　little　cady　again；　he　realizes　how　much　he　loves　her；　and　once　more　asks　for　her　hand　in　marriage。　cady　refuses；　even　though；　in　spite　of　herself；　she　loves　him　as　much　as　ever。　but　her　pride　holds　her　back。　hans　goes　away；　and　years　later　cady　learns　that　hes　wound　up　in　england；　where　hes　struggling　with　ill　health。

when　shes　twenty…seven；　cady　marries　a　well…to…do　man　from　the　country；　named　simon。　she　grows　to　love　him；　but　not　as　much　as　hans。　she　has　two　daughters　and　a　son；　lthan；　judith　and　nico。　she　and　simon　are　happy　together；　but　hans　is　always　in　the　back　of　her　mind　until　one　night　she　dreams　of　him　and　says　farewell。

。　。　。

its　not　sentimental　nonsense：　its　based　on　the　story　of　fathers　life。

yours；　anne　

m。　frank

saturday；　may　13；　1944

my　dearest　kitty；

yesterday　was　fathers　birthday；　father　and　mothers　nineteenth　wedding　anniversary；　a　day　without　the　cleaning　lady。　。　。　and　the　sun　was　shining　as　its　never　shone　before　in　1944。　our　chestnut　tree　is　in　full　bloom。　its　covered　with　leaves　and　is　even　more　beautiful　than　last　year。

father　received　a　biography　of　linnaeus　from　mr。　kleiman；　a　book　on　nature　from　mr。

kugler；　the　canals　of　amsterdam　from　dussel；　a　huge　box　from　the　van　daans　（wrapped　so　beautifully　it　might　have　been　done　by　a　professional）；　containing　three　eggs；　a　bottle　of　beer；　a　jar　of　yogurt　and　a　green　tie。　it　made　our　jar　of　molasses　seem　rather　paltry。　my　roses　smelled　wonderful　pared　to　miep　and　beps　red　carnations。　he　was　thoroughly　spoiled。　fifty　petits　fours　arrived　from　siemons　bakery；　delicious！　father　also　treated　us　to　spice　cake；　the　men　to　beer　and　the　ladie