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安妮日记英文版_安妮·弗兰克-第44部分

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e operations in russia and italy; as well as in the west; before may 20; the longer the war lasts; the harder it is to imagine being liberated from this place。

yesterday peter and i finally got around to having the talk weve been postponing for the last ten days。 i told him all about girls; without hesitating to discuss the most intimate matters。 i found it rather amusing that he thought the opening in a womans body was simply left out of illustrations。 he couldnt imagine that it was actually located between a womans legs。 the evening ended with a mutual kiss; near the mouth。 its really a lovely feeling!

i might take my 〃favorite quotes notebook〃 up with me sometime so peter and i can go more deeply into matters。 i dont think lying in each others arms day in and day out is very satisfying; and i hope he feels the same。

after our mild winter weve been having a beautiful spring。 april is glorious; not too hot and not too cold; with occasional light showers。 our chestnut tree is in leaf; and here and there you can already see a few small blossoms。

bep presented us saturday with four bouquets of flowers: three bouquets of daffodils; and one bouquet of grape hyacinths for me。 mr。 kugler is supplying us with more and more newspapers。

its time to do my algebra; kitty。 bye。

yours; anne 

m。 frank

wednesday; april 19; 1944

dearest darling; (thats the title of a movie with dorit kreysler; ida wust and harald paulsen!)

what could be nicer than sitting before an open window; enjoying nature; listening to the birds sing; feeling the sun on your cheeks and holding a darling boy in your arms?

i feel so peaceful and safe with his arm around me; knowing hes near and yet not having to speak; how can this be bad when it does me so much good? oh; if only we were never disturbed again; not even by mouschi。

yours; anne 

m。 frank

friday; april 21;1944

my dearest kitty;

i stayed in bed yesterday with a sore throat; but since i was already bored the very first afternoon and didnt have a fever; i got up today。 my sore throat has nearly 〃verschwunden〃* '* disappeared'。

yesterday; as youve probably already discovered; was our fiihrers fifty…fifth birthday。 today is the eighteenth birthday of her royal highness princess elizabeth of york。 the bbc reported that she hasnt yet been declared of age; though royal children usually are。 weve been wondering which prince theyll marry this beauty off to; but cant think of a suitable candidate; perhaps her sister; princess margaret rose; can have crown prince baudouin of belgium!

here weve been going from one disaster to the next。 no sooner have the outside doors been reinforced than van maaren rears his head again。 in all likelihood hes the one who stole the potato flour; and now hes trying to pin the blame on bep。 not surprisingly; the annex is once again in an uproar。 bep is beside herself with rage。

perhaps mr。 kugler will finally have this shady character tailed。

the appraiser from beethovenstraat was here this morning。 he offered us 400 guilders for our chest; in our opinion; the other estimates are also too low。

i want to ask the magazine the prince if theyll take one of my fairy tales; under a pseudonym; of course。 but up to now all my fairy tales have been too long; so i dont think i have much of a chance。

until the next time; darling。

yours; anne 

m。 frank

tuesday; april 25; 1944

dearest kitty;

for the last ten days dussel hasnt been on speaking terms with mr。 van daan; and all because of the new security measures since the break…in。 one of these was that hes no longer allowed to go downstairs in the evenings。 peter and mr。 van daan make the last round every night at nine…thirty; and after that no one may go downstairs。 we cant flush the toilet anymore after eight at night or after eight in the morning。 the windows may be opened only in the morning when the lights go on in mr。 kuglers office; and they can no longer be propped open with a stick at night。 this last measure is the reason for dussels sulking。 he claims that mr。 van daan bawled him out; but he has only himself to blame。 he says hed rather live without food than without air; and that they simply must figure out a way to keep the windows open。

〃ill have to speak to mr。 kugler about this;〃 he said to me。

i replied that we never discussed matters of this sort with mr。 kugler; only within the group。

〃everythings always happening behind my back。 ill have to talk to your father about that。鈥

hes also not allowed to sit in mr。 kuglers office anymore on saturday afternoons or sundays; because the manager of kegs might hear him if he happens to be next door。

dussel promptly went and sat there anyway。 mr。 van daan was furious; and father went downstairs to talk to dussel; who came up with some flimsy excuse; but even father didnt fall for it this time。 now fathers keep… ing his dealings with dussel to a minimum because dussel insulted him。 not one of us knows what he said; but it must have been pretty awful。

and to think that that miserable man has his birthday next week。 how can you celebrate your birthday when youve got the sulks; how can you accept gifts from people you wont even talk to?

mr。 voskuijl is going downhill rapidly。 for more than ten days hes had a temperature of almost a hundred and four。 the doctor said his condition is hopeless; they think the cancer has spread to his lungs。 the poor man; wed so like to help him; but only god can help him now!

ive written an amusing story called 〃blurry the explorer;〃 which was a big hit with my three listeners。

i still have a bad cold and have passed it on to margot; as well as mother and father。

if only peter doesnt get it。 he insisted on a kiss; and called me his el dorado。 you cant call a person that; silly boy! but hes sweet anyway!

yours; anne 

m。 frank

thursday; april 27; 1944

dearest kitty;

mrs。 van d。 was in a bad mood this morning。 all she did was plain; first about her cold; not being able to get cough drops and the agony of having to blow her nose all the time。 next she grumbled that the sun wasnt shining; the invasion hadnt started; we werent allowed to look out the windows; etc。; etc。 we couldnt help but laugh at her; and it couldnt have been that bad; since she soon joined in。

our recipe for potato kugel; modified due to lack of onions:

put peeled potatoes through a food mill and add a little dry government…issue flour and salt。 grease a mold or ovenproof dish with paraffin or stearin and bake for 21/2 hours。 serve with rotten strawberry pote。 (onions not available。 nor oil for mold or dough!)

at the moment im reading emperor charles v; written by a professor at the university of gottingen; hes spent forty years working on this book。 it took me five days to read fifty pages。 i cant do any more than that。 since the book has 598 pages; you can figure out just how long its going to take me。 and thats not even counting the second volume。 but。 。 。 very interesting!

the things a schoolgirl has to do in the course of a single day! take me; for example。 first; i translated a passage on nelsons last battle from dutch into english。

then; i read more about the northern war (1700…21) involving peter the great; charles xii; augustus the strong; stanislaus leczinsky; mazeppa; von gorz; bran… denburg; western pomerania; eastern pomerania and denmark; plus the usual dates。

next; i wound up in brazil; where i read about bahia tobacco; the abundance of coffee; the one and a half million inhabitants of rio de janeiro; pernambuco and sao paulo and; last but not least; the amazon river。 then about negroes; mulattoes; mestizos; whites; the illiteracy rate  over 50 percent  and malaria。 since i had some time left; i glanced through a genealogical chart: john the old; william louis; ernest casimir i; henry casimir i; right up to little margriet franciska (born in 1943 in

ottawa)。

twelve oclock: i resumed my studies in the attic; reading about deans; priests; ministers; popes and 。 。 。 whew; it was one oclock!

at two the poor child (ho hum) was back at work。 old world and new world monkeys were next。 kitty; tell me quickly; how many toes does a hippopotamus have?

then came the bible; noahs ark; shem; ham and japheth。 after that; charles v。

then; with peter; thack… erays book about the colonel; in english。 a french test; and then a parison between the mississippi and the missouri!

enough for today。 adieu!

yours; anne 

m。 frank

friday; april 28; 1944

dearest kitty;

ive never forgotten my dream of peter schiff (see the beginning of january)。 even now i can still feel his cheek against mine; and that wonderful glow that made up for all the rest。 once in a while id had the same feeling with this peter; but never so intensely。 。 。 until last night。 we were sitting on the divan; as usual; in each others arms。 suddenly the everyday anne slipped away and the second anne took her place。

the second anne; whos never overconfident or amusing; but wants only to love and be gentle。

i sat pressed against him and felt a wave of emotion e over me。 tears rushed to my eyes; those from the left fell on his overalls; while those from the right trickled down my nose and into the air and landed beside the first。 did he notice? he made no movement to show that he had。 did he feel the same way i did? he hardly said a word。 did he realize he had two annes at his side? my questions went unanswered。

at eight…thirty i stood up and went to the window; where we always say good…bye。 i was still trembling; i was still anne number two。 he came over to me; and i threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on his left cheek。 i was about to kiss the other cheek when my mouth met his; and we pressed our lips together。 in a daze; we embraced; over and over again; never to stop; oh!

peter needs tenderness。 for the first time in his life hes discovered a girl; for the

first time hes seen that even the biggest pests also have an inner self and a heart; and are transformed as soon as theyre alone with you。 for the first time in his life hes given himself and his friendship to another person。 hes never had a friend before; boy or girl。 now weve found each other。 i; for that matter; di
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