安妮日记英文版_安妮·弗兰克-第15部分

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dussel　has　opened　his　dental　practice。　just　for　fun；　ill　describe　the　session　with　his　very　first　patient。

mother　was　ironing；　and　mrs。　van　d。；　the　first　victim；　sat　down　on　a　chair　in　the　middle　of　the　room。　dussel；　unpacking　his　case　with　an　air　of　importance；　asked　for　some　eau　de　cologne；　which　could　be　used　as　a　disinfectant；　and　vaseline；　which　would　have　to　do　for　wax。　he　looked　in　mrs。　van　d。s　mouth　and　found　two　teeth　that　made　her　wince　with　pain　and　utter　incoherent　cries　every　time　he　touched　them。　after　a

lengthy　examination　（lengthy　as　far　as　mrs。　van　d。　was　concerned；　since　it　actually　took　no　longer　than　two　minutes）；　dussel　began　to　scrape　out　a　cavity。　but　mrs。　van　d。　had　no　intention　of　letting　him。　she　flailed　her　arms　and　legs　until　dussel　finally　let　go　of　his　probe　and　it　。　。　。　remained　stuck　in　mrs。　van　d。s　tooth。　that　really　did　it！

mrs。　van　d。　lashed　out　wildly　in　all　directions；　cried　（as　much　as　you　can　with　an　instrument　like　that　in　your　mouth）；　tried　to　remove　it；　but　only　managed　to　push　it　in　even　farther。　mr。　dussel　calmly　observed　the　scene；　his　hands　on　his　hips；　while　the　rest　of　the　audience　roared　with　laughter。　of　course；　that　was　very　mean　of　us。

if　itd　been　me；　im　sure　i　would　have　yelled　even　louder。　after　a　great　deal　of　squirming；　kicking；　screaming　and　shouting；　mrs。　van　d。　finally　managed　to　yank　the　thing　out；　and　mr。　dussel　went　on　with　his　work　as　if　nothing　had　happened。　he　was　so　quick　that　mrs。　van　d。　didnt　have　time　to　pull　any　more　shenanigans。　but　then；　he　had　more　help　than　hes　ever　had　before：　no　fewer　than　two　assis　tants；　mr。　van　d。

and　i　performed　our　job　well。　the　whole　scene　resembled　one　of　those　engravings　from　the　middle　ages　entitled〃　a　quack　at　work。〃　in　the　meantime；　however；　the　patient　was　getting　restless；　since　she　had　to　keep　an　eye　on　〃her〃　soup　and　〃her鈥�

food。　one　thing　is　certain：　itll　be　a　while　before　mrs。　van　d。　makes　another　dental　appointment！

yours；　anne　

sunday；　december　13；　1942

dearest　kitty；

im　sitting　here　nice　and　cozy　in　the　front　office；　peering　out　through　a　chink　in　the　heavy　curtains。　its　dusky；　but　theres　just　enough　light　to　write　by。

its　really　strange　watching　people　walk　past。　they　all　seem　to　be　in　such　a　hurry　that　they　nearly　trip　over　their　own　feet。　those　on　bicycles　whiz　by　so　fast　i　cant　even　tell　whos　on　the　bike。　the　people　in　this　neighborhood　arent　particularly　attractive　to　look　at。　the　children　especially　are　so　dirty　you　wouldnt　want　to　touch　them　with　a　ten…foot　pole。　real　slum　kids　with　runny　noses。　i　can　hardly　understand　a　word　they　say。

yesterday　afternoon；　when　margot　and　i　were　taking　a　bath；　i　said；　〃what　if　we　took　a　fishing　rod　and　reeled　in　each　of　those　kids　one　by　one　as　they　walked　by；　stuck　them　in　the　tub；　washed　and　mended　their　clothes　and　then。　。　。鈥�

〃and　then　tomorrow　theyd　be　just　as　dirty　and　tattered　as　they　were　before；〃　margot　replied。

but　im　babbling。　there　are　also　other　things　to　look　at　cars；　boats　and　the　rain。　i　can　hear　the　streetcar　and　the　children　and　im　enjoying　myself。

our　thoughts　are　subject　to　as　little　change　as　we　are。　theyre　like　a　merry…go…round；　turning　from　the　jews　to　food；　from　food　to　politics。　by　the　way；　speaking　of　jews；　i　saw　two　yesterday　when　i　was　peeking　through　；　the　curtains。　i　felt　as　though　i　were　gazing　at　one　of　the　seven　wonders　of　the　world。　it　gave　me　such　a　funny　feeling；　as　if　id　denounced　them　to　the　authorities　and　was　now　spying　on　their　misfortune。

across　from　us　is　a　houseboat。　the　captain　lives　there　with　his　wife　and　children。　he　has　a　small　yapping　dog。　we　know　the　little　dog　only　by　its　bark　and　by　its　tail；　which　we　can　see　whenever　it　runs　around　the　deck。　oh；　what　a　shame；　its　just　started　raining　and　most　of　the　people　are　hidden　under　their　umbrellas。　all　i　can　see　are　raincoats；　and　now　and　again　the　back　of　a　stocking…capped　head。　actually；　i　dont　even　need　to　look。　by　now　i　can　recognize　the　women　at　a　glance：　gone　to　fat　from　eating　potatoes；　dressed　in　a　red　or　green　coat　and　worn…out　shoes；　a　shopping　bag　dangling　from　their　arms；　with　faces　that　are　either　grim　or　good…humored；　depending　on　the　mood　of　their　husbands。

yours；　anne　

tuesday；　december　22；　1942

dearest　kitty；

the　annex　was　delighted　to　hear　that　well　all　be　receiving　an　extra　quarter　pound　of　butter　for　christmas。　according　to　the　newspaper；　everyone　is　entitled　to　half　a　pound；　but　they　mean　those　lucky　souls　who　get　their　ration　books　from　the　government；　not　jews　in　hiding　like　us　who　can　only　afford　to　buy　four　rather　than　eight　ration　books　on　the　black　market。　each　of　us　is　going　to　bake　something　with　the　butter。　this　morning　i　made　two　cakes　and　a　batch　of　cookies。　its　very　busy　upstairs；　and　mother　has　informed　me　that　im　not　to　do　any　studying　or　reading　until　all　the　household　chores　have　been　finished。

mrs。　van　daan　is　lying　in　bed　nursing　her　bruised　rib。　she　plains　all　day　long；　constantly　demands　that　the　bandages　be　changed　and　is　generally　dissatisfied　with　everything。　ill　be　glad　when　she　gets　back　on　her　feet　and　can　clean　up　after　herself　because；　i　must　admit；　shes　extraordinarily　hardworking　and　neat；　and　as　long　as　shes　in　good　physical　and　mental　condition；　shes　quite　cheerful。

as　if　i　dont　hear　〃shh；　shh〃　enough　during　the　day　because　im　always　making　〃too　much〃　noise；　my　dear　roommate　has　e　up　with　the　idea　of　saying　〃shh；　shh〃　to　me　all　night　too。　according　to　him；　i　shouldnt　even　turn　over。　i　refuse　to　take　any　notice　of　him；　and　the　next　time　he　shushes　me；　im　going　to　shush　him　right　back。

he　gets　more　exasperating　and　egotistical　as　the　days　go　by。　except　for　the　first　week；　i　havent　seen　even　one　of　the　cookies　he　so　generously　promised　me。　hes　partic　ularly　infuriating　on　sundays；　when　he　switches　on　the　light　at　the　crack　of　dawn　to　exercise　for　ten　minutes。

to　me；　the　torment　seems　to　last　for　hours；　since　the　chairs　i　use　to　make　my　bed　longer　are　constantly　being　jiggled　under　my　sleepy　head。　after　rounding　off　his　limbering…up　exercises　with　a　few　vigorous　arm　swings；　his　lordship　begins　dressing。

his　underwear　is　hanging　on　a　hook；　so　first　he　lumbers　over　to　get　it　and　then　lumbers　back；　past　my　bed。　but　his　tie　is　on　the　table；　so　once　again　he　pushes　and　bumps　his　way　past　the　chairs。

but　i　mustnt　waste　any　more　of　your　time　griping　about　disgusting　old　men。　it　wont　help　matters　anyway。　my　plans　for　revenge；　such　as　unscrewing　the　lightbulb；　locking　the　door　and　hiding　his　clothes；　have　unfortu　nately　had　to　be　abandoned　in　the　interests　of　peace。

oh；　im　being　so　sensible！　weve　got　to　be　reasonable　about　everything　we　do　here：　studying；　listen　ing；　holding　our　tongues；　helping　others；　being　kind；　making　promises　and　i　dont　know　what　else！　im　afraid　my　mon　sense；　which　was　in　short　supply　to　begin　with；　will　be　used　up　too　quickly　and　i　wont　have　any　left　by　the　time　the　war　is　over。

yours；　anne　

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JANUARY；　1943

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wednesday；　january　13；　1943

dearest　kitty；

this　morning　i　was　constantly　interrupted；　and　as　a　result　i　havent　been　able　to　finish　a　single　thing　ive　begun。

we　have　a　new　pastime；　namely；　filling　packages　with　powdered　gravy。　the　gravy　is　one　of　gies　&　co。s　products。　mr。　kugler　hasnt　been　able　to　find　anyone　else　to　fill　the　packages；　and　besides；　its　cheaper　if　we　do　the　job。　its　the　kind　of　work　they

do　in　prisons。　its　incredibly　boring　and　makes　us　dizzy　and　giggly。

terrible　things　are　happening　outside。　at　any　time　of　night　and　day；　poor　helpless　people　are　being　dragged　out　of　their　homes。　theyre　allowed　to　take　only　a　knapsack　and　a　little　cash　with　them；　and　even　then；　theyre　robbed　of　these　possessions　on　the　way。　families　are　torn　apart；　men；　women　and　children　are　separated。　children　e　home　from　school　to　find　that　their　parents　have　disap　peared。　women　return　from　shopping　to　find　their　houses　sealed；　their　famthes　gone。　the　christians　in　holland　are　also　living　in　fear　because　their　sons　are　being　sent　to　germany。　everyone　is　scared。　every　night　hundreds　of　planes　pass　over　holland　on　their　way　to　german　cities；　to　sow　their　bombs　on　german　soil。　every　hour　hundreds；　or　maybe　even　thousands；　of　people　are　being　killed　in　russia　and　africa。　no　one　can　keep　out　of　the　conflict；　the　entire　world　is　at　war；　and　even　though　the　allies　are　doing　better；　the　end　is　nowhere　in　sight。

as　for　us；　were　quite　fortunate。　luckier　than　millions　of　people。　its　quiet　and　safe　here；　and　were　using　our　money　to　buy　food。　were　so　selfish　that　we　talk　about　〃after　the　war〃　and　look　forward　to　new　clothes　and　shoes；　when　actually　we　should　be　saving　every　penny　to　help　others　when　the　war　is　over；　to　salvage　whatever　we　can。

the　children　in　this　neighborhood　run　around　in　thin　shirts　and　wooden　shoes。　they　have　no　coats；　no　caps；　no　stockings　and　no　one　to　help　them。　gnawing　on　a　carrot　to　still　their　hunger　pangs；　they　walk　from　their　cold　houses　through　cold　streets　to　an　even　colder　classroom。　things　have　gotten　so　bad　in　holland　that　hordes　of　children　stop　passersby　in　the　streets　to　beg　for　a　piece　of　bread。

i　could　spend　hours　telling　you　about　the　suffering　the　war　has　brought；　but　id　only　make　myself　more　miserable。　all　we　can　do　is　wait；　as　calmly　as　possible；　for　it　to　end。　jews　and　christians　alike　are　waiting；　the　whole　world　is　waiting；　and　many　are　waiting　for　death。

yours；　anne　

saturday；　january　30；　1943

dearest　kitty；

im　seething　with　rage；　yet　i　cant　show　it。　id　like　to　scream；　stamp　my　foot；　give　mother　a　good　shaking；　cry　and　i　dont　know　what　else　because　of　the　nasty　words；

mocking　looks　and　accusations　that　she　hurls　at　me　day　after　day；　piercing　me　like　arrows　from　a　tightly　strung　bow；　which　are　nearly　impossible　to　pull　from　my　body。

id　like　to　scream　at　mother；　margot；　the　van　daans；　dussel　and　father　too：　〃leave　me　alone；　let　me　have　at　least　one　night　when　i　dont　cry　myself　to　sleep　with　my　eyes　burning　and　my　head　pounding。　let　me　get　away；　away　from　everything；　away　from　this　world！〃　but　i　cant　do　that。　i　cant　let　them　see　my　doubts；　or　the　wounds　theyve　inflicted　on　me。　i　couldnt　bear　their　sympathy　or　their　good…humored　derision。　it　would　only　ma