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lue；　i　was　able　to　plaster　the　walls　with　pictures。　it　looks　much　more　cheerful。　when　the　van　daans　arrive；　well　be　able　to　build　cupboards　and　other　odds　and　ends　out　of　the　wood　piled　in　the　attic。

margot　and　mother　have　recovered　somewhat。　yesterday　mother　felt　well　enough　to　cook　split…pea　soup　for　the　first　time；　but　then　she　was　downstairstalking　and　forgot　all　about　it。　the　beans　were　scorched　black；　and　no　amount　of　scraping　could　get　them　out　of　the　pan。

last　night　the　four　of　us　went　down　to　the　private　office　and　listened　to　england　on　the　radio。　i　was　so　scared　someone　might　hear　it　that　i　literally　begged　father　to　take　me　back　upstairs。　mother　understood　my　anxiety　and　went　with　me。　whatever　we　do；　were　very　afraid　the　neighbors　might　hear　or　see　us。　we　started　off　immediately　the　first　day　sewing　curtains。　actually；　you　can　hardly　call　them　that；　since　theyre　nothing　but　scraps　of　fabric；　varying　greatly　in　shape；　quality　and　pattern；　which　father　and　i　stitched　crookedly　together　with　unskilled　fingers。　these　works　of　art　were　tacked　to

the　windows；　where　theyll　stay　until　we　e　out　of　hiding。

the　building　on　our　right　is　a　branch　of　the　keg　pany；　a　firm　from　zaandam；　and　on　the　left　is　a　furniture　workshop。　though　the　people　who　work　there　are　not　on　the　premises　after　hours；　any　sound　we　make　might　travel　through　the　walls。　weve　forbidden　margot　to　cough　at　night；　even　though　she　has　a　bad　cold；　and　are　giving　her　large　doses　of　codeine。

im　looking　forward　to　the　arrival　of　the　van　daans；　which　is　set　for　tuesday。　it　will　be　much　more　fun　and　also　not　as　quiet。　you　see；　its　the　silence　that　makes　me　so　nervous　during　the　evenings　and　nights；　and　id　give　anything　to　have　one　of　our　helpers　sleep　here。

its　really　not　that　bad　here；　since　we　can　do　our　own　cooking　and　can　listen　to　the　radio　in　daddys　office。

mr。　kleiman　and　miep；　and　bep　voskuijl　too；　have　helped　us　so　much。　weve　already　canned　loads　of　rhubarb；　strawberries　and　cherries；　so　for　the　time　being　i　doubt　well　be　bored。　we　also　have　a　supply　of　reading　material；　and　were　going　to　buy　lots　of　games。　of　course；　we　cant　ever　look　out　the　window　or　go　outside。　and　we　have　to　be　quiet　so　the　people　downstairs　cant　hear　us。

yesterday　we　had　our　hands　full。　we　had　to　pit　two　crates　of　cherries　for　mr。　kugler　to　can。　were　going　to　use　the　empty　crates　to　make　bookshelves。

someones　calling　me。

yours；　anne　

ment　added　by　anne　on　september　2g；　1942：　not　beina　able　to　ao　outside　upsets　me　more　than　i　can　say；　and　im　terrified　our　hidina　place　will　be　discovered　and　that　well　be　shot。　that；　of　course；　is　a　fairly　dismal　prospect。

sunday；　july　12；　1942

theyve　all　been　so　nice　to　me　this　last　month　because　of　my　birthday；　and　yet　every　day　i　feel　myself　drifting　further　away　from　mother　and　margot。　i　worked　hard　today　and　they　praised　me；　only　to　start　picking　on　me　again　five　minutes　later。

you　can　easily　see　the　difference　between　the　way　they　deal　with　margot　and　the　way　they　deal　with　me。　for　example；　margot　broke　the　vacuum　cleaner；　and　because　of

that　weve　been　without　light　for　the　rest　of　the　day。　mother　said；　〃well；　margot；　its　easy　to　see　youre　not　used　to　working；　otherwise；　youd　have　known　better　than　to　yank　the　plug　out　by　the　cord。〃　margot　made　some　reply；　and　that　was　the　end　of　the　story。

but　this　afternoon；　when　i　wanted　to　rewrite　something　on　mothers　shopping　list　because　her　handwriting　is　so　hard　to　read；　she　wouldnt　let　me。　she　bawled　me　out　again；　and　the　whole　family　wound　up　getting　involved。

i　dont　fit　in　with　them；　and　ive　felt　that　clearly　in　the　last　few　weeks。　theyre　so　sentimental　together；　but　id　rather　be　sentimental　on　my　own。　theyre　always　saying　how　nice　it　is　with　the　four　of　us；　and　that　we　get　along　so　well；　without　giving　a　moments　thought　to　the　fact　that　i　dont　feel　that　way。

daddys　the　only　one　who　understands　me；　now　and　again；　though　he　usually　sides　with　mother　and　margot。　another　thing　i　cant　stand　is　having　them　talk　about　me　in　front　of　outsiders；　telling　them　how　i　cried　or　how　sensibly　im　behaving。　its　horrible。

and　sometimes　they　talk　about　moortje　and　i　cant　take　that　at　all。　moortje　is　my　weak　spot。　i　miss　her　every　minute　of　the　day；　and　no　one　knows　how　often　i　think　of　her；　whenever　i　do；　my　eyes　fill　with　tears。　moortje　is　so　sweet；　and　i　love　her　so　much　that　i　keep　dreaming　shell　e　back　to　us。

i　have　plenty　of　dreams；　but　the　reality　is　that　well　have　to　stay　here　until　the　war　is　over。　we　cant　ever　go　outside；　and　the　only　visitors　we　can　have　are　miep；　her　husband　jan；　bep　voskuijl；　mr。　voskuijl；　mr。　kugler；　mr。　kleiman　and　mrs。　kleiman；　though　she　hasnt　e　because　she　thinks　its　too　dangerous。

ment　added　by　anne　in　september　1942：　daddys　always　so　nice。　he　understands　me　perfectly；　and　i　wish　we　could　have　a　heart…to…heart　talk　sometime　without　my　bursting　instantly　into　tears。　but　apparently　that　has　to　do　with　my　age。

id　like　to　spend　all　my　time　writing；　but　that　would　probably　get　boring。

up　to　now　ive　only　confided　my　thoughts　to　my　diary。　i　still　havent　gotten　around　to　writing　amusing　sketches　that　i　could　read　aloud　at　a　later　date。　in　the　future　im　going　to　devote　less　time　to　sentimentality　and　more　time　to　reality。

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AUGUST；　1942

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friday；　august　14；　1942

dear　kitty；

ive　deserted　you　for　an　entire　month；　but　so　little　has　happened　that　i　cant　find　a

newsworthy　item　to　relate　every　single　day。　the　van　daans　arrived　on　july　13。　we　thought　they　were　ing　on　the　fourteenth；　but　from　the　thirteenth　to　sixteenth　the　germans　were　sending　out　call…up　notices　right　and　left　and　causing　a　lot　of　unrest；　so　they　decided　it　would　be　safer　to　leave　a　day　too　early　than　a　day　too　late。

peter　van　daan　arrived　at　nine…thirty　in　the　morning　（while　we　were　still　at　breakfast）。　peters　going　on　sixteen；　a　shy；　awkward　boy　whose　pany　wont　amount　to　much。　mr。　and　mrs。　van　daan　came　half　an　hour　later。

much　to　our　amusement；　mrs。　van　daan　was　carrying　a　hatbox　with　a　large　chamber　pot　inside。　〃i　just　dont　feel　at　home　without　my　chamber　pot；〃　she　exclaimed；　and　it　was　the　first　item　to　find　a　permanent　place　under　the　divan。　instead　of　a　chamber　pot；　mr。　van　d。　was　lugging　a　collapsible　tea　table　under　his　arm。

from　the　first；　we　ate　our　meals　together；　and　after　three　days　it　felt　as　if　the　seven　of　us　had　bee　one　big　family。　naturally；　the　van　daans　had　much　to　tell　about　the　week　wed　been　away　from　civilization。　we　were　especially　interested　in　what　had　happened　to　our　apartment　and　to　mr。　goldschmidt。

mr。　van　daan　filled　us　in：　〃monday　morning　at　nine；　mr。　goldschmidt　phoned　and　asked　if　i　could　e　over。　i　went　straightaway　and　found　a　very　distraught　mr。

goldschmidt。　he　showed　me　a　note　that　the　frank　family　had　left　behind。　as　instructed；　he　was　planning　to　bring　the　cat　to　the　neighbors；　which　i　agreed　was　a　good　idea。　he　was　afraid　the　house　was　going　to　be　searched；　so　we　w=nt　through　all　the　rooms；　straightening　up　here　and　there　and　clearing　the　breakfast　things　off　the　table。　suddenly　i　saw　a　notepad　on　mrs。　franks　desk；　with　an　address　in　maastricht　written　on　it。　even　though　i　knew　mrs。　frank　had　left　it　on　purpose；　i　pretended　to　be　surprised　and　horrified　and　begged　mr。　goldschmidt　to　burn　this　incriminating　piece　of　paper。　i　swore　up　and　down　that　i　knew　nothing　about　your　disappearance；　but　that　the　note　had　given　me　an　idea。　mr。　goldschmidt；　i　said；　i　bet　i　know　what　this　address　refers　to。　about　six　months　ago　a　high…ranking　officer　came　to　the　office。　it　seems　he　and　mr。　frank　grew　up　together。　he　promised　to　help　mr。　frank　if　it　was　ever　necessary。　as　i　recall；　he　was　stationed　in　maastricht。　i　think　this　officer　has　kept　his　word　and　is　somehow　planning　to　help　them　cross　over　to　belgium　and　then　to　switzerland。　theres　no　harm　in　telling　this　to　any　friends　of　the　franks　who　e　asking　about　them。　of　course；　you　dont　need　to　mention　the　part　about　maastricht。　and　after　that　i　left。　this　is　the　story　most　of　your　friends　have　been　told；　because　i　heard　it　later　from　several　other　people。鈥�

we　thought　it　was　extremely　funny；　but　we　laughed　even　harder　when　mr。　van　daan　told　us　that　certain　people　have　vivid　imaginations。　for　example；　one　family　living　on

our　square　claimed　they　sawall　four　of　us　riding　by　on　our　bikes　early　in　the　morning；　and　another　woman　was　absolutely　positive　wed　been　loaded　into　some　kind　of　military　vehicle　in　the　middle　of　the　night。

yours；　anne　

friday；　august　21；　1942

dear　kitty；

now　our　secret　annex　has　truly　bee　secret。

because　so　many　houses　are　being　searched　for　hidden　bicycles；　mr。　kugler　thought　it　would　be　better　to　have　a　bookcase　built　in　front　of　the　entrance　to　our　hiding　place。

it　swings　out　on　its　hinges　and　opens　like　a　door。　mr。　voskuijl　did　the　carpentry　work。

（mr。　voskuijl　has　been　told　that　the　seven　of　us　are　in　hiding；　and　hes　been　most　helpful。）

now　whenever　we　want　to　go　downstairs　we　have　to　duck　and　then　jump。　after　the　first　three　days　we　were　all　walking　around　with　bumps　on　our　foreheads　from　banging　our　heads　against　the　low　doorway。　then　peter　cushioned　it　by　nailing　a　towel　stuffed　with　wood　shavings　to　the　doorframe。　lets　see　if　it　helps！

im　not　doing　much　schoolwork。　ive　given　myself　a　vacation　until　september。　father　wants　to　start　tutoring　me　then；　but　we　have　to　buy　all　the　books　first。

theres　little　change　in　our　lives　here。　peters　hair　was　washed　today；　but　thats　nothing　special。　mr。　van　daan　and　i　are　always　at　loggerheads　with　each　other。　mama　always　treats　me　like　a　baby；　which　i　cant　stand。　for　the　rest；　things　are　going　better。　i　dont　think　peters　gotten　any　nicer。　hes　an　obnoxious　boy　who　lies　around　on　his　bed　all　day；　only　rousing　himself　to　do　a　little　carpentry　work　before　returning　to　his　nap。　what　a　dope！

mama　gave　me　another　one　of　her　dreadful　sermons　this　morning。　we　take　the　opposite　view　of　everything。　daddys　a　sweetheart；　he　may　get　mad　at　me；　but　it　never　lasts　longer　than　five　minutes。

its　a　beautiful　day　outside；　nice　and　hot；　and　in　spite　of　everything；　we　make　the　most　of　the　weather　by　lounging　on　the　folding　bed　in　the　attic。

yours；　anne

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