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安妮日记英文版_安妮·弗兰克-第2部分

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then a bouquet of roses; some peonies and a potted plant。 from daddy and mama i got a blue blouse; a game; a bottle of grape juice; which to my mind tastes a bit like wine (after all; wine is made from grapes); a puzzle; a jar of cold cream; 2。50 guilders and a gift certificate for two books。 i got another book as well; camera obscura (but margot already has it; so i exchanged mine for something else); a platter of homemade cookies (which i made myself; of course; since ive bee quite an expert at baking cookies); lots of candy and a strawberry tart from mother。 and a letter from grammy; right on time; but of course that was just a coincidence。

then hanneli came to pick me up; and we went to school。 during recess i passed out cookies to my teachers and my class; and then it was time to get back to work。 i didnt arrive home until five; since i went to gym with the rest of the class。 (im not allowed to take part because my shoulders and hips tend to get dislocated。) as it was my birthday; i got to decide which game my classmates would play; and i chose volleyball。 afterward they all danced around me in a circle and sang 〃happy birthday。鈥

when i got home; sanne ledermann was already there。 ilse wagner; hanneli goslar and jacqueline van maarsen came home with me after gym; since were in the same class。 hanneli and sanne used to be my two best friends。 people who saw us together used to say; 〃there goes anne; hanne and sanne。〃 i only met jacqueline van maarsen when i started at the jewish lyceum; and now shes my best friend。 ilse is hannelis best friend; and sanne goes to another school and has friends there。

they gave me a beautiful book; dutch sasas and lesends; but they gave me volume ii by mistake; so i exchanged two other books for volume i。 aunt helene brought me a puzzle; aunt stephanie a darling brooch and aunt leny a terrific book: daisy goes to the mountains。

this morning i lay in the bathtub thinking how wonderful it would be if i had a dog

like rin tin tin。 id call him rin tin tin too; and id take him to school with me; where he could stay in the janitors room or by the bicycle racks when the weather was good。

monday; june 15; 1942

i had my birthday party on sunday afternoon。 the rin tin tin movie was a big hit with my classmates。 i got two brooches; a bookmark and two books。 ill start by saying a few things about my school and my class; beginning with the students。

betty bloemendaal looks kind of poor; and i think she probably is。 she lives on some obscure street in west amsterdam; and none of us know where it is。 she does very well at school; but thats because she works so hard; not because shes so smart。

shes pretty quiet。

jacqueline van maarsen is supposedly my best friend; but ive never had a real friend。

at first i thought jacque would be one; but i was badly mistaken。

d。q。* '* initials have been assigned at random to those persons who prefer to remain anonymous。' is a very nervous girl whos always forgetting things; so the teachers keep assigning her extra homework as punishment。 shes very kind; especially to g。z。

e。s。 talks so much it isnt funny。 shes always touching your hair or fiddling with your buttons when she asks you something。 they say she cant stand me; but i dont care; since i dont like her much either。

henny mets is a nice girl with a cheerful disposition; except that she talks in a loud voice and is really childish when were playing outdoors。 unfortunately; henny has a girlfriend named beppy whos a bad influence on her because shes dirty and vulgar。

j。r。 … i could write a whole book about her。 j。 is a detestable; sneaky; stuck…up; two…faced gossip who thinks shes so grown…up。 shes really got jacque under her spell; and thats a shame。 j。 is easily offended; bursts into tears at the slightest thing and; to top it all off; is a terrible show…off。 miss j。 always has to be right。 shes very rich; and has a closet full of the most adorable dresses that are way too old for her。 she thinks shes gorgeous; but shes not。 j。 and i cant stand each other。

ilse wagner is a nice girl with a cheerful disposition; but shes extremely finicky and can spend hours moaning and groaning about something。 ilse likes me a lot。 shes very smart; but lazy。

hanneli goslar; or lies as shes called at school; is a bit on the strange side。 shes usually shy  outspoken at horne; but reserved around other people。 she blabs whatever you tell her to her mother。 but she says what she thinks; and lately ive corne to appreciate her a great deal。

nannie van praag…sigaar is small; funny and sensible。 i think shes nice。 shes pretty smart。 there isnt much else you can say about nannie。 eefje de jong is; in my opinion; terrific。 though shes only twelve; shes quite the lady。 she acts as if i were a baby。 shes also very helpful; and i like her。

g。z。 is the prettiest girl in our class。 she has a nice face; but is kind of dumb。 i think theyre going to hold her back a year; but of course i havent told her that。

ment added by anne at a later date: to my areat surprise; g。z。

wasnt held back a year after all。

and sitting next to g。z。 is the last of us twelve girls; me。

theres a lot to be said about the boys; or maybe not so much after all。

maurice coster is one of my many admirers; but pretty much of a pest。 sallie springer has a filthy mind; and rumor has it that hes gone all the way。 still; i think hes terrific; because hes very funny。

emiel bonewit is g。z。s admirer; but she doesnt care。 hes pretty boring。 rob cohen used to be in love with me too; but i cant stand him anymore。 hes an obnoxious; two…faced; lying; sniveling little goof who has an awfully high opinion of himself。

max van de velde is a farm boy from medemblik; but eminently suitable; as margot would say。

herman koopman also has a filthy mind; just like jopie de beer; whos a terrible flirt and absolutely girl…crazy。

leo blom is jopie de beers best friend; but has been ruined by his dirty mind。

albert de mesquita came from the montessori school and skipped a grade。 hes really smart。

leo slager came from the same school; but isnt as smart。

ru stoppelmon is a short; goofy boy from almelo who transferred to this school in the middle of the year。

c。n。 does whatever hes not supposed to。

jacques kocernoot sits behind us; next to c。; and we (g。 and i) laugh ourselves silly。

harry schaap is the most decent boy in our class。 hes nice。

werner joseph is nice too; but all the changes taking place lately have made him too quiet; so he seems boring。 sam salomon is one of those tough guys from across the tracks。 a real brat。 (admirer!)

appie riem is pretty orthodox; but a brat too。

saturday; june 20;1942

writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me。 not only because ive never written anything before; but also because it seems to me that later on neither i nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen…year…old schoolgirl。 oh well; it doesnt matter。 i feel like writing; and i have an even greater need to get all kinds of things off my chest。

〃paper has more patience than people。〃 i thought of this saying on one of those days when i was feeling a little depressed and was sitting at home with my chin in my hands; bored and listless; wondering whether to stay in or go out。 i finally stayed where i was; brooding。 yes; paper does have more patience; and since im not planning to let anyone else read this stiff…backed notebook grandly referred to as a 〃diary;鈥

unless i should ever find a real friend; it probably wont make a bit of difference。

now im back to the point that prompted me to keep a diary in the first place: i dont have a friend。

let me put it more clearly; since no one will believe that a thirteen year…old girl is pletely alone in the world。 and im not。 i have loving parents and a sixteen…year…old sister; and there are about thirty people i can call friends。 i have a throng of admirers who cant keep their adoring eyes off me and who sometimes have to resort to using a broken pocket mirror to try and catch a glimpse of me in the classroom。 i have a family; loving aunts and a good home。 no; on the surface i seem to have everything; except my one true friend。 all i think about when im with friends is having a good time。 i cant bring myself to talk about anything but ordinary

everyday things。 we dont seem to be able to get any closer; and thats the problem。

maybe its my fault that we dont confide in each other。 in any case; thats just how things are; and unfortunately theyre not liable to change。 this is why ive started the diary。

to enhance the image of this long…awaited friend in my imagination; i dont want to jot down the facts in this diary the way most people would do; but i want the diary to be my friend; and im going to call this friend kitty。

since no one would understand a word of my stories to kitty if i were to plunge right in; id better provide a brief sketch of my life; much as i dislike doing so。

my father; the most adorable father ive ever seen; didnt marry my mother until he was thirty…six and she was twenty…five。 my sister margot was born in frankfurt am main in germany in 1926。 i was born on june 12; 1929。 i lived in frankfurt until i was four。 because were jewish; my father immigrated to holland in 1933; when he became the managing director of the dutch opekta pany; which manufactures products used in making jam。 my mother; edith hollander frank; went with him to holland in september; while margot and i were sent to aachen to stay with our grandmother。 margot went to holland in december; and i followed in february; when i was plunked down on the table as a birthday present for margot。

i started right away at the montessori nursery school。 i stayed there until i was six; at which time i started first grade。 in sixth grade my teacher was mrs。 kuperus; the principal。 at the end of the year we were both in tears as we said a heartbreaking farewell; because id been accepted at the jewish lyceum; where margot also went to school。

our lives were not without anxiety; since our relatives in germany were suffering under hitlers anti…jewish laws。 after the pogroms in 1938 my two uncles (my mothers brothers) fled germany; find
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