安妮日记英文版_安妮·弗兰克-第34部分

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whenever　youre　feeling　lonely　or　sad；　try　going　to　the　loft　on　a　beautiful　day　and　looking　outside。　not　at　the　houses　and　the　rooftops；　but　at　the　sky。　as　long　as　you　can　look　fearlessly　at　the　sky；　youll　know　that　youre　pure　within　and　will　find　happiness　once　more。

sunday；　february　27；　1944

my　dearest　kitty；

from　early　in　the　morning　to　late　at　night；　all　i　do　is　think　about　peter。　i　fall　asleep　with　his　image　before　my　eyes；　dream　about　him　and　wake　up　with　him　still　looking　at　me。

i　have　the　strong　feeling　that　peter　and　i　arent　really　as　different　as　we　may　seem　on　the　surface；　and　ill　explain　why：　neither　peter　nor　i　have　a　mother。　his　is　too　superficial；　likes　to　flirt　and　doesnt　concern　herself　much　with　what　goes　on　in　his　head。　mine　takes　an　active　interest　in　my　life；　but　has　no　tact；　sensitivity　or　motherly　understanding。

both　peter　and　i　are　struggling　with　our　innermost　feelings。　were　still　unsure　of　ourselves　and　are　too　vulnerable；　emotionally；　to　be　dealt　with　so　roughly。　whenever　that　happens；　i　want　to　run　outside　or　hide　my　feelings。　instead；　i　bang　the　pots　and　pans；　splash　the　water　and　am　generally　noisy；　so　that　everyone　wishes　i　were　miles　away。　peters　reaction　is　to　shut　himself　up；　say　little；　sit　quietly　and　daydream；　all　the　while　carefully　hiding　his　true　self。

but　how　and　when　will　we　finally　reach　each　other？

i　dont　know　how　much　longer　i　can　continue　to　keep　this　yearning　under　control。

yours；　anne　

m。　frank

monday；　february　28；　1944

my　dearest　kitty；

its　like　a　nightmare；　one　that　goes　on　long　after　im　awake。　i　see　him　nearly　every　hour　of　the　day　and　yet　i　cant　be　with　him；　i　cant　let　the　others　notice；　and　i　have　to　pretend　to　be　cheerful；　though　my　heart　is　aching。

peter　schiff　and　peter　van　daan　have　melted　into　one　peter；　whos　good　and　kind　and　whom　i　long　for　desperately。　mothers　horrible；　fathers　nice；　which　makes　him　even　more　exasperating；　and　margots　the　worst；　since　she　takes　advantage　of　my　smiling　face　to　claim　me　for　herself；　when　all　i　want　is　to　be　left　alone。

peter　didnt　join　me　in　the　attic；　but　went　up　to　the　loft　to　do　some　carpentry　work。

at　every　rasp　and　bang；　another　chunk　of　my　courage　broke　off　and　i　was　even　more　unhappy。　in　the　distance　a　clock　was　tolling　be　pure　in　heart；　be　pure　in　mind！鈥�

im　sentimental；　i　know。　im　despondent　and　foolish；　i　know　that　too。

oh；　help　me！

yours；　anne　

m。　frank

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MARCH；　1944

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wednesday；　march　1；　1944

dearest　kitty；

my　own　affairs　have　been　pushed　to　the　background　by　。　。　。　a　break…in。　im　boring　you　with　all　my　break…ins；　but　what　can　i　do　when　burglars　take　such　pleasure　in　honoring　gies　&　go。　with　their　presence？　this　incident　is　much　more　plicated　than　the　last　one；　in　july　1943。

last　night　at　seven…thirty　mr。　van　daan　was　heading；　as　usual；　for　mr。　kuglers　office　when　he　saw　that　both　the　glass　door　and　the　office　door　were　open。　he　was　surprised；　but　he　went　on　through　and　was　even　more　astonished　to　see　that　the　alcove　doors　were　open　as　well　and　that　there　was　a　terrible　mess　in　the　front　office。

〃theres　been　a　burglary〃　flashed　through　his　mind。　but　just　to　make　sure；　he　went　downstairs　to　the　front　door；　checked　the　lock　and　found　everything　closed。　〃bep　and　peter　must　just　have　been　very　careless　this　evening；〃　mr。　van。　d。　concluded。　he　remained　for　a　while　in　mr。　kuglers　office；　switched　off　the　lamp　and　went　upstairs　without　worrying　much　about　the　open　doors　or　the　messy　office。

early　this　morning　peter　knocked　at　our　door　to　tell　us　that　the　front　door　was　wide

open　and　that　the　projector　and　mr。　kuglers　new　briefcase　had　disappeared　from　the　closet。　peter　was　instructed　to　lock　the　door。　mr。　van　daan　told　us　his　discoveries　of　the　night　before；　and　we　were　extremely　worried。

the　only　explanation　is　that　the　burglar　must　have　had　a　duplicate　key；　since　there　were　no　signs　of　a　forced　entry。　he　must　have　sneaked　in　early　in　the　evening；　shut　the　door　behind　him；　hidden　himself　when　he　heard　mr。　van　daan；　fled　with　the　loot　after　mr。　van　daan　went　upstairs　and；　in　his　hurry；　not　bothered　to　shut　the　door。

who　could　have　our　key？　why　didnt　the　burglar　go　to　the　warehouse？　was　it　one　of　our　own　warehouse　employees；　and　will　he　turn　us　in；　now　that　hes　heard　mr。　van　daan　and　maybe　even　seen　him？

its　really　scary；　since　we　dont　know　whether　the　burglar　will　take　it　into　his　head　to　try　and　get　in　again。　or　was　he　so　startled　when　he　heard　someone　else　in　the　building　that　hell　stay　away？

yours；　anne　

p。s。　wed　be　delighted　if　you　could　hunt　up　a　good　detective　for　us。　obviously；　theres　one　condotion：　he　must　be　relied　upon　not　to　mform　on　people　in　hiding。

thursday；　march　2；　1944

dearest　kitty；

margot　and　i　were　in　the　attic　together　today。　i　cant　enjoy　being　there　with　her　the　way　i　imagine　itd　be　with　peter　（or　someone　else）。　i　know　she　feels　the　same　about　most　things　as　i　do！

while　doing　the　dishes；　bep　began　talking　to　mother　and　mrs。　van　daan　about　how　discouraged　she　gets。　what　help　did　those　two　offer　her？　our　tactless　mother；　especially；　only　made　things　go　from　bad　to　worse。　do　you　know　what　her　advice　was？　that　she　should　think　about　all　the　other　people　in　the　world　who　are　suffering！

how　can　thinking　about　the　misery　of　others　help　if　youre　miserable　yourself？　i　said　as　much。　their　response；　of　course；　was　that　i　should　stay　out　of　conversations　of　this　sort。

the　grown…ups　are　such　idiots！　as　if　peter；　margot；　bep　and　i　didnt　all　have　the　same　feelings。　the　only　thing　that　helps　is　a　mothers　love；　or　that　of　a　very；　very　close　friend。　but　these　two　mothers　dont　understand　the　first　thing　about　us！　perhaps

mrs。　van　daan　does；　a　bit　more　than　mother。　oh；　i　wish　i　could　have　said　something　to　poor　bep；　something　that　i　know　from　my　own　experience　would　have　helped。　but　father　came　between　us；　pushing　me　roughly　aside。　theyre　all　so　stupid！

i　also　talked　to　margot　about　father　and　mother；　about　how　nice　it　could　be　here　if　they　werent　so　aggravating。　wed　be　able　to　organize　evenings　in　which　everyone　could　take　turns　discussing　a　given　subject。　but　weve　already　been　through　all　that。

its　impossible　for　me　to　talk　here！　mr。　van　daan　goes　on　the　offensive；　mother　i　gets　sarcastic　and　cant　say　anythina　in　a　normal　voice；　father　doesnt　feel　like　taking　part；　nor　does　mr。　dussel；　and　mrs。　van　d。　is　attacked　so　often　that　she　just　sits　there　with　a　red　face；　hardly　able　to　put　up　a　fight　anymore。　and　what　about　us？　we　arent　allowed　to　have　an　opinion！　my；　my；　arent　they　progressive！　not　have　an　opinion！

people　can　tell　you　to　shut　up；　but　they　cant　keep　you　from　having　an　opinion。　you　cant　forbid　someone　to　have　an　opinion；　no　matter　how　young　they　are！　the　only　thing　that　would　help　bep；　margot；　peter　and　me　would　be　great　love　and　devotion；　which　we　dont　get　here。　and　no　one；　especially　not　the　idiotic　sages　around　here；　is　capable　of　understanding　us；　since　were　more　sensitive　and　much　more　advanced　in　our　thinking　than　any　of　them　ever　suspect！

love；　what　is　love？　i　dont　think　you　can　really　put　it　into　words。　love　is　understanding　someone；　caring　for　him；　sharing　his　joys　and　sorrows。　this　eventually　includes　physical　love。　youve　shared　something；　given　something　away　and　received　something　in　return；　whether　or　not　youre　married；　whether　or　not　you　have　a　baby。

losing　your　virtue　doesnt　matter；　as　long　as　you　know　that　for　as　long　as　you　live　youll　have　someone　at　your　side　who　understands　you；　and　who　doesnt　have　to　be　shared　with　anyone　else！

yours；　anne　

m。　frank

at　the　moment；　mothers　grouching　at　me　again；　shes　clearly　jealous　because　i　talk　to　mrs。　van　daan　more　than　to　her。　what　do　i　care！

i　managed　to　get　hold　of　peter　this　afternoon；　and　we　talked　for　at　least　forty…five　minutes。　he　wanted　to　tell　me　something　about　himself；　but　didnt　find　it　easy。　he　finally　got　it　out；　though　it　took　a　long　time。　i　honestly　didnt　know　whether　it　was　better　for　me　to　stay　or　to　go。　but　i　wanted　so　much　to　help　him！　i　told　him　about　bep　and　how　tactless　our　mothers　are。　he　told　me　that　his　parents　fight　constantly；　about　politics　and　cigarettes　and　all　kinds　of　things。　as　ive　told　you　before；　peters　very　shy；　but　not　too　shy　to　admit　that　hed　be　perfectly　happy　not　to　see　his　parents　for　a　year　or　two。　〃my　father　isnt　as　nice　as　he　looks；〃　he　said。　〃but　in　the　matter　of　the　cigarettes；　mothers　absolutely　right。〃

i　also　told　him　about　my　mother。　but　he　came　to　fathers　defense。　he　thought　he　was　a　〃terrific　guy。鈥�

tonight　when　i　was　hanging　up　my　apron　after　doing　the　dishes；　he　called　me　over　and　asked　me　not　to　say　anything　downstairs　about　his　parents　having　had　another　argument　and　not　being　on　speaking　terms。　i　promised；　though　id　already　told　margot。

but　im　sure　margot　wont　pass　it　on。

〃oh　no；　peter；〃　i　said；　you　dont　have　to　worry　about　me。　ive　learned　not　to　blab　everything　i　hear。　i　never　repeat　what　you　tell　me。鈥�

he　was　glad　to　hear　that。　i　also　told　him　what　terrible　gossips　we　are；　and　said；　〃margots　quite　right；　of　course；　when　she　says　im　not　being　honest；　because　as　much　as　i　want　to　stop　gossiping；　theres　nothing　i　like　better　than　discussing　mr。　dussel。鈥�

〃its　good　that　you　admit　it；〃　he　said。　he　blushed；　and　his　sincere　pliment　almost　embarrassed　me　too。

then　we　talked　about　〃upstairs〃　and　〃downstairs〃　some　more。　peter　was　really　rather　surprised　to　hear　that　dont　like　his　parents。　〃peter；〃　i　said；　〃you　know　im　always　honest；　so　why　shouldnt　i　tell　you　this　as　well？　we　can　see　their　faults　too。鈥�

i　added；　〃peter；　id　really　like　to　help　you。　will　you　let　me？　youre　caught　in　an　awkward　position；　and　i　know；　even　though　you　dont　say　anything；　that　it　upsets　you。鈥�

〃oh；　your　help　is　always　wele！鈥�

〃maybe　itd　be　better　for　you　to　talk　to　father。　you　can　tell　him　anything；　he　wont　pass　it　on。鈥�

〃i　know；　hes　a　real　pal。鈥�

〃you　like　him　a　lot；　dont　you？鈥�

peter　nodded；　and　i　continued；　〃well；　he　likes　you　too；　you　know！鈥�

he　looked　up　quickly　and　blushed。　it　was　really　touching　to　see　how　happy　these　few　words　made　him。

〃you　think　so？〃　he　asked。

〃yes；〃　i　said。　〃you　can　tell　f