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