安妮日记英文版_安妮·弗兰克-第24部分

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i　watch　the　entire　scene　through　a　crack　in　the　door。

mr。　van　daan　is　angry　and　slams　the　door。　margot　and　i　exchange　looks　and　think　the　same　thing：　he　must　have　worked　himself　into　a　rage　again　because　of　some　blunder　on　mr。　kuglers　part；　and　hes　forgotten　all　about　the　keg　pany　next　door。

another　step　is　heard　in　the　hallway。　dussel　es　in；　goes　toward　the　window　with　an　air　of　propriety；　sniffs。　。　。　coughs；　sneezes　and　clears　his　throat。　hes　out　of　luck　　it　was　pepper。　he　continues　on　to　the　front　office。　the　curtains　are　open；　which　means　he　cant　get　at　his　writing　paper。　he　disappears　with　a　scowl。

margot　and　i　exchange　another　glance。　〃one　less　page　for　his　sweetheart　tomorrow；〃　i

hear　her　say。　i　nod　in　agreement。

an　elephants　tread　is　heard　on　the　stairway。　its　dussel；　seeking　fort　in　his　favorite　spot。

we　continue　working。　knock；　knock；　knock。　。　。　three　taps　means　dinnertime！

monday；　august　23；　1943

wenn　die　uhr　halb　neune　schlaat　。　。　。*　＇*　when　the　clock　strikes　half　past　eight。＇　margot　and　mother　are　nervous。　〃shh　。　。　。　father。　be　quiet；　otto。　shh　。　。　。　pim！　its　eight…thirty。

e　here；　you　cant　run　the　water　anymore。　walk　softly！〃　a　sample　of　whats　said　to　father　in　the　bathroom。　at　the　stroke　of　half　past　eight；　he　has　to　be　in　the　living　room。　no　running　water；　no　flushing　toilet；　no　walking　around；　no　noise　whatsoever。　as　long　as　the　office　staff　hasnt　arrived；　sounds　travel　more　easily　to　the　warehouse。

the　door　opens　upstairs　at　eight…twenty；　and　this　is　followed　by　three　gentle　taps　on　the　floor。　。　。　annes　hot　cereal。　i　clamber　up　the　stairs　to　get　my　doggie　dish。

back　downstairs；　everything　has　to　be　done　quickly；　quickly：　i　b　my　hair；　put　away　the　potty；　shove　the　bed　back　in　place。　quiet！　the　clock　is　striking　eight…thirty！　mrs。

van　d。　changes　shoes　and　shuffles　through　the　room　in　her　slippers；　mr。　van　d。　too　　a　veritable　charlie　chaplin。　all　is　quiet。

the　ideal　family　scene　has　now　reached　its　high　point。　i　want　to　read　or　study　and　margot　does　too。　father　and　mother　ditto。　father　is　sitting　（with　dickens　and　the　dictionary；　of　course）　on　the　edge　of　the　sagging；　squeaky　bed；　which　doesnt　even　have　a　decent　mattress。　two　bolsters　can　be　piled　on　top　of　each　other。　〃i　dont　need　these；〃　he　thinks。　〃i　can　manage　without　them！鈥�

once　he　starts　reading；　he　doesnt　look　up。　he　laughs　now　and　then　and　tries　to　get　mother　to　read　a　story。

〃i　dont　have　the　time　right　now！鈥�

he　looks　disappointed；　but　then　continues　to　read。

a　little　while　later；　when　he　es　across　another　good　passage；　he　tries　again：　〃you

have　to　read　this；　mother！鈥�

mother　sits　on　the　folding　bed；　either　reading；　sewing；　knitting　or　studying；　whichever　is　next　on　her　list。　an　idea　suddenly　occurs　to　her；　and　she　quickly　says；　so　as　not　to　forget；　〃anne；　remember　to　。　。　。　margot；　jot　this　down。　。　。　鈥�

after　a　while　its　quiet　again。　margot　slams　her　book　shut；　father　knits　his　forehead；　his　eyebrows　forming　a　funny　curve　and　his　wrinkle　of　concentration　reappearing　i　at　the　back　of　his　head；　and　he　buries　himself　in　his　book　1　again；　mother　starts　chatting　with　margot；　and　i　get　curious　and　listen　too。　pim　is　drawn　into　the　conversation　。　。　。

nine　oclock。　breakfast！

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SEPTEMBER；　1943

灏彙ｈ�淬�倀！xt…澶╁爞
friday；　september　10；　1943

dearest　kitty；

every　time　i　write　to　you；　something　special　has　happened；　usually　unpleasant　rather　than　pleasant。　this　time；　however；　something　wonderful　is　going　on。

on　wednesday；　september　8；　we　were　listening　to　the　seven　oclock　news　when　we　heard　an　announcement：　〃here　is　some　of　the　best　news　of　the　war　so　far：　italy　has　capitulated。〃　italy　has　unconditionally　surrendered！　the　dutch　broadcast　from　england　began　at　eight…fifteen　with　the　news：　〃listeners；　an　hour　and　fifteen　minutes　ago；　just　as　i　finished　writing　my　daily　report；　we　received　the　wonderful　news　of　italys　capitulation。　i　tell　you；　i　never　tossed　my　notes　into　the　wastepaper　basket　with　more　delight　than　i　did　today！鈥�

〃god　save　the　king；〃　the　american　national　anthem　and　the　russian　internationale鈥�

were　played。　as　always；　the　dutch　program　was　uplifting　without　being　too　optimistic。

the　british　have　landed　in　naples。　northern　italy　is　occupied　by　the　germans。　the　truce　was　signed　on　friday；　september　3；　the　day　the　british　landed　in　italy。　the　germans　are　ranting　and　raving　in　all　the　newspapers　at　the　treachery　of　badoglio　and　the　italian　king。

still；　theres　bad　news　as　well。　its　about　mr。　kleiman。　as　you　know；　we　all　like　him　very　much。　hes　unfailingly　cheerful　and　amazingly　brave；　despite　the　fact　that　hes　always　sick　and　in　pain　and　cant　eat　much　or　do　a　lot　of　walking。　〃when　mr。　kleiman　enters　a　room；　the　sun　begins　to　shine；〃　mother　said　recently；　and　shes　absolutely　right。

now　it　seems　he　has　to　go　to　the　hospital　for　a　very　difficult　operation　on　his　stomach；　and　will　have　to　stay　there　for　at　least　four　weeks。　you　should　have　seen　him　when　he　told　us　good…bye。　he　acted　so　normally；　as　though　he　were　just　off　to　do　an　errand。

yours；　anne　

thursday；　september　16；　1943

dearest　kitty；

relationships　here　in　the　annex　are　getting　worse　all　the　time。　we　dont　dare　open　our　mouths　at　mealtime　（except　to　slip　in　a　bite　of　food）；　because　no　matter　what　we　say；　someone　is　bound　to　resent　it　or　take　it　the　wrong　way。　mr。　voskuijl　occasionally　es　to　visit　us。　unfortunately；　hes　not　doing　very　well。　he　isnt　making　it　any　easier　for　his　family；　because　his　attitude　seems　to　be：　what　do　i　care；　im　going　to　die　anyway！　when　i　think　how　touchy　everyone　is　here；　i　can　just　imagine　what　it　must　be　like　at　the　voskuijls。

ive　been　taking　valerian　every　day　to　fight　the　anxiety　and　depression；　but　it　doesnt　stop　me　from　being　even　more　miserable　the　next　day。　a　good　hearty　laugh　would　help　better　than　ten　valerian　drops；　but　weve　almost　forgotten　how　to　laugh。

sometimes　im　afraid　my　face　is　going　to　sag　with　all　this　sorrow　and　that　my　mouth　is　going　to　permanently　droop　at　the　corners。　the　others　arent　doing　any　better。

everyone　here　is　dreading　the　great　terror　known　as　winter。

another　fact　that　doesnt　exactly　brighten　up　our　days　is　that　mr。　van　maaren；　the　man　who　works　in　the　warehouse；　is　getting　suspicious　about　the　annex。　a　person　with　any　brains　must　have　noticed　by　now　that　miep　sometimes　says　shes　going　to　the　lab；　bep　to　the　file　room　and　mr。　kleiman　to　the　opekta　supplies；　while　mr。

kugler　claims　the　annex　doesnt　belong　to　this　building　at　all；　but　to　the　one　next　door。

we　wouldnt　care　what　mr。　van　maaren　thought　of　the　situation　except　that　hes　known　to　be　unreliable　and　to　possess　a　high　degree　of　curiosity。　hes　not　one　who　can　be　put　off　with　a　flimsy　excuse。

one　day　mr。　kugler　wanted　to　be　extra　cautious；　so　at　twenty　past　twelve　he　put　on　his　coat　and　went　to　the　drugstore　around　the　corner。　less　than　five　minutes　later　he　was　back；　and　he　sneaked　up　the　stairs　like　a　thief　to　visit　us。　at　one…fifteen　he　started　to　leave；　but　bep　met　him　on　the　landing　and　warned　him　that　van　maaren　was

in　the　office。　mr。　kugler　did　an　about…face　and　stayed　with　us　until　one…thirty。　then　he　took　off　his　shoes　and　went　in　his　stockinged　feet　（despite　his　cold）　to　the　front　attic　and　down　the　other　stairway；　taking　one　step　at　a　time　to　avoid　the　creaks。　it　took　him　fifteen　minutes　to　negotiate　the　stairs；　but　he　wound　up　safely　in　the　office　after　having　entered　from　the　outside。

in　the　meantime；　bep　had　gotten　rid　of　van　maaren　and　e　to　get　mr。　kugler　from　the　annex。　but　hed　already　left　and　at　that　moment　was　still　tiptoeing　down　the　stairs。　what　must　the　passersby　have　thought　when　they　saw　the　manager　putting　on　his　shoes　outside？　hey；　you　there；　in　the　socks！

yours；　anne　

wednesday；　september　29；　1943

dearest　kitty；

its　mrs。　van　daans　birthday。　other　than　one　ration　stamp　each　for　cheese；　meat　and　bread；　all　she　received　from　us　was　a　jar　of　jam。　her　husband；　dussel　and　the　office　staff　gave　her　nothing　but　flowers　and　also　food。　such　are　the　times　we　live　in！

bep　had　a　nervous　fit　last　week　because　she　had　so　many　errands　to　do。　ten　times　a　day　people　were　sending　her　out　for　something；　each　time　insisting　she　go　right　away　or　go　again　or　that　shed　done　it　all　wrong。　and　when　you　think　that　she　has　her　regular　office　work　to　do；　that　mr。　kleiman　is　sick；　that　miep　is　home　with　a　cold　and　that　bep　herself　has　a　sprained　ankle；　boyfriend　troubles　and　a　grouchy　father；　its　no　wonder　shes　at　the　end　of　her　tether。　we　forted　her　and　told　her　that　if　shed　put　her　foot　down　once　or　twice　and　say　she　didnt　have　the　time；　the　shopping　lists　would　shrink　of　their　own　accord。

saturday　there　was　a　big　drama；　the　likes　of　which　have　never　been　seen　here　before。

it　started　with　a　discussion　of　van　maaren　and　ended　in　a　general　argument　and　tears。

dussel　plained　to　mother　that　he　was　being　treated　like　a　leper；　that　no　one　was　friendly　to　him　and　that；　after　all；　he　hadnt　done　anything　to　deserve　it。　this　was　followed　by　a　lot　of　sweet　talk；　which　luckily　mother　didnt　fall　for　this　time。　she　told　him　we　were　disappointed　in　him　and　that；　on　more　than　one　occasion；　hed　been　a　source　of　great　annoyance。　dussel　promised　her　the　moon；　but；　as　usual；　we　havent　seen　so　much　as　a　beam。

theres　trouble　brewing　with　the　van　daans；　i　can　tell！　fathers　furious　because　theyre　cheating　us：　theyve　been　holding　back　meat　and　other　things。　oh；　what　kind　of

bombshell　is　about　to　burst　now？　if　only　i　werent　so　involved　in　all　these　skirmishes！

if　only　i　could　leave　here！　theyre　driving　us　crazy！

yours；　anne　

w　w　w/xiao　shu　otx　t



OCTOBER；　1943

锛堝皬锛忚�达紡t锛弜t锝滃ぉ锝滃爞锛�
sunday；　october　17；　1943

dearest　kitty；

mr。　kleiman　is　back；　thank　goodness！　he　looks　a　bit　pale；　and　yet　he　cheerfully　set　off　to　sell　some　clothes　for　mr。　van　daan。　the　disagreeable　fact　is　that　mr。　van　daan　has　run　out　of　money。　he　lost　his　last　hundred　guilders　in　the　warehouse；　which　is　still　creating　trouble　for　us：　the　men　are　wondering　how　a　hundred　guilders　could　wind　up　in　the　warehouse　on　a　monday　morning。　suspicion　abounds。　meanwhile；　the　hundred　guilders　have　been　stolen。　whos　the　thief？

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