¡¶°²ÄÝÈռǡ· BOOK FLAP tIVE EDItION Anne Frank Edited by Otto h. Frank and Mirjam Pressler translated by Susan Massotty BOOK FLAP Anne Franks t enduring documents of tietury. Since its publication in 1947, it ens of millions of people all over t remains a beloved and deeply admired testament to tructable nature of t. Restore in tive Edition are diary entries t ted from tion. titute 30 percent more material, reinforce t t Anne and foremost a teenage girl, not a remote and flaed about, and tried to copie y. Like many young girls, sen found eenager, sure of a c. Anne emerges more al than ever. Anne Frank and ion, erdam o t Annex, and in to be a young , sions betions, facing t of discovery and deate estrangement from tside ty misunderstandings, and trations of living under sucrain, in sucers.<u>£è£ô£ô£ð://£÷£÷£÷.£¹£¹li£â?£î£åt</u> A timely story rediscovered by eacion, tands peer. For bots it continues to bring to life time survived t riumply and breakingly her ordeal. For tive Edition is a co discover yet encountered ion to cherish. ANNE FRANK of eenttO e framily to survive t. he died in 1980. MIRJAM PRESSLER is a popular er of books for young adults. She lives in Germany. translated by Susan Massotty. FOREWORD Anne Frank kept a diary from June 12, 1942, to August 1, 1944. Initially, se it strictly for Bolkestein, a member of tc in exile, announced in a radio broadcast from London t after to collect eyeness accounts of tcion, ioned letters and diaries. Impressed by t ing ext, omitting passages s teresting enoug time, s up ical Edition (1989), Annes first, unedited diary is referred to as version a, to distinguis from ed diary, which is known as version b. t entry in Annes diary is dated August 1, 1944. On August 4, 1944, t people Annex ed. Miep Gies and Bep Voskuijl, taries reucked ter t became clear t Anne to Frank. After long deliberation, Otto Frank decided to fulfill ers erial from versions a and b, editing to a ser version later referred to as version c. Readers all over the Diary of a fauna Girl. In making to Frank o bear several points in mind. to begin h, to be kept s so t it in out by tcion, several passages dealing y ted; at time of tial publication, in 1947, it customary to e openly about sex, and certainly not in books for young adults. Out of respect for tto Frank also omitted a number of unflattering passages about s of t Annex. Anne Frank, op, e reserve about her likes and dislikes. to Frank died in 1980, ers manuscripts to tate Institute for ar Documentation in Amsterdam. Because ticity of ts publication, titute for ar Documentation ordered a tigation. Once t, to be genuine, it irety, along s of an exive study. tical Edition contains not only versions a, band c, but also articles on tances surrounding t and deportation, and tion into Annes ing, t and terials used. tion) in Basel (Szerland),. ion in no s tegrity of ted by Otto Frank, s message to millions of people. task of comption o ter and translator Mirjam Pressler. Otto Franks original selection ed ive edition, approved by tains approximately 30 percent more material and is intended to give t into the world of Anne Frank. In ing ed pseudonyms for tially ed to call er Anne Robin. Otto Frank opted to call o folloity of t Annex ion, to by tly deserve to be. All otical Edition. titute for ar Documentation rarily assigned initials to to remain anonymous. t Annex are: thE VAN PELS FAMILY (from Osnabriick, Germany): Auguste van Pels (born September 9, 1890) hermann van Pels (born March 31, 1889) Peter van Pels (born November 8, 1926) Called by Anne, in : Petronella, ronella, er van Daan. FRITZ PFEFFER FRItZ PFEFFER (born April 30, 1889, in Giessen, Germany): Called by Anne, in and in the book: Alfred Dussel. to bear in mind t mucion is based on te ween years old. Occasionally, Anne back and commented on a passage sten earlier. ts are clearly marked in tion. Naturally, Annes spelling and linguistic errors ed. Otext as se it, since any attempts at editing and clarification e in a orical document. I o confide everyto you, as I o confide in anyone, and I source of comfort and support. June, 1942 June 12, 1942 I o confide everyto you, as I o confide in anyone, and I source of comfort and support. COMMENt ADDED BY ANNE ON SEPtEMBER 28, 1942: So far you truly source of comfort to me, and so ty, o regularly. t for ts e in you. O you along! SUNDAY, JUNE 14, 1942 Ill begin from t I got you, t I saable among my ots. (I along t doesnt count.) On Friday, June 12, I six oclock, Im not alloo get up at t o control my curiosity until quarter to seven. any longer, I to tje (t) my legs. A little after seven I to Daddy and Mama and to to open my presents, and you t presents. t of roses, some peonies and a potted plant. From Daddy and Mama I got a blue blouse, a game, a bottle of grape juice, astes a bit like er all, certificate for t anot Margot already , so I excter of e an expert at baking cookies), lots of candy and a straart from Motter from Grammy, rigime, but of course t a coincidence. to pick me up, and to sc cookies to my teac ime to get back to arrive il five, since I to gym of t alloo take part because my send to get dislocated.) As it to decide ;hday.¡± er gym, since o be my t friends. People o say, quot;t; I only met Jacqueline van Maarsen ed at t friend. Ilse is friend, and Sanne goes to anothere. tiful book, Dutc take, so I exc me a puzzle, Aunt Step Leny a terrific book: Daisy Goes to tains. t would be if I had a dog like Rin tin tin. Id call in tin too, and Id take o scay in tors room or by ther was good. MONDAY, JUNE 15, 1942 I y on Sunday afternoon. tin tin movie es. I got tart by saying a fe my scudents. Betty Bloemendaal looks kind of poor, and I treet in est Amsterdam, and none of us knos because s because s. Sty quiet. Jacqueline van Maarsen is supposedly my best friend, but Ive never had a real friend. At first I t Jacque I aken. D.Q.* [* Initials random to to remain anonymous.] is a very nervous girl eacra . So G.Z. E.S. talks so muc isnt funny. Souctons and me, but I dont care, since I dont like her. s is a nice girl ion, except t salks in a loud voice and is really cdoors. Unfortunately, y and vulgar. J.R. - I could e a able, sneaky, stuck-up, to tears at test to top it all off, is a terrible so be rig full of t adorable dresses t are oo old for s. J. and I cant stand eacher. Ilse agner is a nice girl ion, but sremely fInicky and can spend somet. S, but lazy. sc on trange side. Sspoken at reserved around otever you tell o s sely Ive corne to appreciate deal. Nannie van Praag-Sigaar is small, funny and sensible. I tty smart. t muc Nannie. Eefje de Jong is, in my opinion, terrific. ts as if I were a baby. Shes also very helpful, and I like her. G.Z. is ttiest girl in our class. S is kind of dumb. I to of course I told . COMMENt ADDED BY ANNE At A LAtER DAtE: to my areat surprise, G.Z. er all. And sitting next to G.Z. is t of us twelve girls, me. t to be said about t so mucer all. Maurice Coster is one of my many admirers, but pretty muc. Sallie Springer t ill, I terrific, because hes very funny. Emiel Bone is G.Z.s admirer, but s care. ty boring. Rob Coo be in love oo, but I cant stand tle 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. like Jopie de Beer, and absolutely girl-crazy. Leo Blom is Jopie de Beers best friend, but y mind. Albert de Mesquita came from tessori Sc. Leo Slager came from t isnt as smart. Ru Stoppelmon is a s, goofy boy from Almelo o the year. C.N. does o. Jacques Kocernoot sits be to C., and we (G. and I) laugh ourselves silly. decent boy in our class. hes nice. erner Josepoo, but all taking place lately oo quiet, so ougracks. A real brat. (Admirer!) Appie Riem is pretty Ort a brat too. SAtURDAY, JUNE 20,1942 riting in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me. Not only because Ive never ten anyt also because it seems to me t later on neiterested in teen-year-old sc doesnt matter. I feel like ing, and I er need to get all kinds of t. quot;Paper ience t; I t of ttle depressed and ting at less, ay in or go out. I finally stayed planning to let anyone else read tiff-backed notebook grandly referred to as a quot;diary,¡± unless I s probably make a bit of difference. Noo t t prompted me to keep a diary in t place: I dont have a friend. Let me put it more clearly, since no one a teen year-old girl is completely alone in t. I s and a sixteen-year-old sister, and t ty people I can call friends. I keep times o resort to using a broken pocket mirror to try and catcs and a good o my one true friend. All I t bring myself to talk about anyt ordinary everyday t seem to be able to get any closer, and ts the problem. Maybe its my fault t confide in eacs just unately t liable to carted the diary. to ened friend in my imagination, I dont to jot dos in t people I to be my friend, and Im going to call tty. Since no one and a ories to Kitty if I o plunge rigter provide a brief sketch of my life, much as I dislike doing so. My fat adorable fat marry my motil y-six and sy-five. My sister Margot am Main in Germany in 1926. I until I o or of tca Company, s used in making jam. My mot o ember, to Aaco stay to able as a birt for Margot. I started rig tessori nursery scayed til I arted first grade. In sixteac tears as ed at t also to school. Our lives anxiety, since our relatives in Germany i-Jeo live y-t time. After May 1940 times tulation and trouble started for tricted by a series of anti-Jear; Jeo turn in to use street-cars; Jeo ride in cars, even to do tween 3 and 5 P.M.; Jeo frequent only Jewisy parlors; Jeo be out on treets between 8 P.M. and 6 A.M.; Jews were forbidden to attend ters, movies or any otertainment; Jeo use sennis courts, ic fields; Jeo go roo take part in any atic activity in public; Jeo sit in ter 8 P.M.; Jeo visit Cians in to attend Je do t do t, but life on. Jacque alo me, quot;I dont dare do anyts not allowed.¡± In t sick and o ion, so my birttle celebration. In t do mucing ended in en I till love ion in 1942 ended to make up for t along . till doing brings me to t date of June 20, 1942, and tion of my diary. SAtURDAY, JUNE 20, 1942 Dearest Kitty! Let me get started rigs nice and quiet no and Margot o play Ping-Pong reess. Ive been playing a lot of Ping-Pong myself lately. So muc five of us girls s called quot;ttle Dipper Minus t; A really silly name, but its based on a mistake. e ed to give our club a special name; and because ttle Dipper. e t it consisted of five stars, but urned out to be ;Minus t; Ilse agner , and t us play in t. Since playing Ping-Pong, our games usually end to t ice-cream parlor t alloopped ing around for our purses or money -- most of time its so busy in Oasis t o find a feance or an admirer to offer us more ice cream t in a week. Youre probably a little surprised to alking about admirers at sucender age. Unfortunately, or not, as to be rampant at our sc to talking, nine times out of ten I can be sure and let me out of for a second. ually cools, especially since I ignore e glances and pedal blit gets so bad t tart rambling on about quot;asking Fat; I s off ime Ive scion to anotopic. t innocent types. Of course, try to take tely knocking on t off my bike and eito make furt as if Im insulted and tell tain terms to go on me. til tomorrow. Yours, Anne SUNDAY, JUNE 21, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Our entire class is quaking in its boots. ting in o t grade and ire vacation savings on t. From morning to nigs quot;Youre going to pass, No, Im not,¡± quot;Yes, you are,quot; quot;No, Im not.quot; Even G.s pleading glances and my angry outbursts cant calm t about a quarter of t back, but teac unpredictable creatures on eartime table in t direction for a c so my girlfriends and myself. ell make it. t Im not sure about is mat. Until telling eac to lose . I get along pretty eaceac me for t time because I talked so mucer several ;A Cterbox.quot; A cterbox, e about t? Id t later, I decided. I jotted do in my notebook, tucked it in my bag and tried to keep quiet. t evening, after Id finis of my e about t my eye. I began t t ain pen. Anyone could ramble on and leave big spaces bet the trick o come up s to prove ty of talking. I t and t, and suddenly I e tisfied. I argued t talking is a female trait and t I to keep it under control, but t I o break myself of t, since my motalked as muc more, and t t muc ined traits. Mr. Keesing my arguments, but alk my class, ime it o be on quot;An Incorrigible Cterbox.quot; I in, and Mr. Keesing o complain about for talking in class, e an essay entitled Quack, Quack, Quack, said Mistress Cterback.¡° to laugoo, ted my ingenuity on topic of cterboxes. It ime to come up poetry, offered to e to end in verse. I jumped for joy. Keesing rying to play a joke on me , but Id make sure t iful! It a motten to deatoo mucook t s, and to several oto talk and been assigned any extra rary, Keesings alhese days. Yours, Anne EDNESDAY, JUNE 24, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Its sering. Everyone is I o reetcar is, but o make use of t are good enough for us. Yesterday at luncment ist on Jan Luykenstraat. Its a long immertuinen. t afternoon I nearly fell asleep at my desk. Fortunately, people automatically offer you someto drink. tal assistant is really kind. transportation left to us is t Josef Israelkade took us across s not t of tc we Jews are ime. I o scolen during Easter vacation, and Fato some Cian friends for safekeeping. tion is almost orment will be over. Someted erday morning. As I urned around and t t my friend ilmas. o t all salks about is boys, and t gets to be a bore. ole surprised and sure it didnt take me long to find out. o accompany me to sc;As long as youre ; I said. And so ogether. een and good at telling all kinds of funny stories. ing for me again t he will be from now on. JULY, 1942 EDNESDAY, JULY 1, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Until today I ly couldnt find time to e you. I s until today. ten to kno about s. s are in Belgium, but t to oo. Sly s and perfectly boring. Ever since me, Ursuls side. So Im kind of a pep tonic. You never know w youre good for! Jacque spent Saturday nigernoon s iff. o come over t evening, but ;to Anne?quot; quot;Ohis is Anne.¡± quot;O; ¡° quot;Fine, thanks.¡± quot;I just ed to say Im sorry but I cant come tonigo all rig ten minutes quot;Yes, ts fine. Bye-bye!¡± quot;Okay, Ill be right over. Bye-bye!¡± I to c rusairs, but ed quietly until doo open t rigo t. quot;Anne, my grandmotoo young for me to be seeing you on a regular basis. So t you probably kno Im not going out h Ursul anymore.¡± quot;No, I didnt know. wo ?¡± quot;No, not. I told Ursul t suited to eac ter for us not to go toget t s my ually, I t Ursul ed t true. And to of course I didnt feel like it, and ts one of the reasons. quot;Nos me to see Ursul and not you, but I dont agree and Im not going to. Sometimes old people t doesnt mean I o go along s, but in a certain sense too. From nos made me sign up for a actually I go to a club organized by ts. My grandparents dont me to go, because ti-Zionists. Im not a fanatic Zionist, but it interests me. Anys been sucely t Im planning to quit. So next ednesday meeting. t means I can see you ednesday evening, Saturday afternoon, Saturday evening, Sunday afternoon and maybe even more.quot; quot;But if your grandparents dont you to, you? s go beheir backs.¡± quot;Alls fair in love and war.¡± Just ts Bookstore and ter Sc time o me in ages, and it really made me feel good. Monday evening o meet Fat a cake and some candy, and neit like sitting stiffly on our c out for a o my door until ten past eig to get ime. I o promise to be en to eigure. Ive been asked to urday. ilma told me t one nig ;, Ursul or Anne?¡± ;Its none of your business.¡± But as talked to eac of t;ell, I like Anne better, but dont tell anyone. Bye!quot; And he door. In everyt s kind of nice for a c ly suitable. I too, but . Mot;A good-looking boy. Nice and polite.quot; Im glad about t. Jacque still teases me about Im not in love really. Its all rigo have boys as friends. Nobody minds. Moto marry ss Peter, because I talked of t idea myself, batting an eyelaser as Ive never loved anyone, and I tell myself o . a friend, or as Mots it, a beau. Yours, Anne SUNDAY, JULY 5, 1942 Dear Kitty, tion ceremony in ter on Friday as expected. My report card too bad. I got one D, a C- in algebra and all t Bs, except for ts are pleased, but t like ots o grades. t report cards, good or bad. As long as Im talk back too mucisfied. If t, everytake care of itself. Im just te. I dont to be a poor student. I ed to tional basis. I o stay in t tessori Sc o Jeer a great deal of persuasion, to accept Lies Goslar and me. Lies also passed to repeat ry exam. Poor Lies. It isnt easy for o study at er, a spoiled little t arts screaming, and if Lies doesnt look after arts screaming. So Lies ime doing s tutoring sting . Mrs. Goslars parents live next door, but eat minded and absent Mr. Goslar and ta Ie Mrs. Goslar, s lost in the mayhem. My sister Margot ten card. Brilliant, as usual. If ; s. Fat lately. to do at t must be ao feel youre not needed. Mr. Kleiman aken over Opekta, and Mr. Kugler, Gies amp; Co., titutes t up in 1941. A feaking a stroll around our neigo talk about going into off from t of this up now. quot;ell, Anne,quot; ;you kno for more ture to ot our belongings to be seized by t to fall into tc to be hauled away.¡± quot;But scared. quot;Dont you ake care of everyt enjoy your carefree life while you can.¡± t . O come true for as long as possible. time to stop. Yours, Anne EDNESDAY, JULY 8, 1942 Dearest Kitty, It seems like years since Sunday morning. So mucs as if turned upside do as you can see, Kitty, Im still alive, and ts t, but dont ask and a oday, so Ill begin by telling you w ernoon. At t but o come back later), t , since I on ttle appeared in tcated. quot;Fatice from t; s;Moto see Mr. van Daanquot; (Mr. van Daan is Fatner and a good friend.) I unned. A call-up: everyone kno means. Visions of concentration camps and lonely cells raced t Fato suce? quot;Of course going,quot; declared Margot as ed for Mot;Moto Mr. van Daan to ask oget; Silence. e couldnt speak. t of Fating someone in tal and completely una, to silence. Suddenly t;ts ; I said. quot;Dont open t; exclaimed Margot to stop me. But it necessary, since alking to time t or I o tiptoe doairs to see if it let anyone else in. Margot and I from ted to talk to Mother alone. ting in our bedroom, Margot told me t t for Fat for to cry. Margot is sixteen -- apparently t to send girls t be going; Mot be o me about our going into y? In try? In a ions I alloo ask, but till kept running through my mind. Margot and I started packing our most important belongings into a sc tuck in ters. Preoccupied by t of going into uck t t Im not sorry. Memories mean more to me than dresses. Fato ask if evening. Mr. van Daan left and to get Miep. Miep arrived and promised to return later t nigaking s, underockings. After t it in our apartment; none of us felt like eating. It ill , and everytrange. e ed our big upstairs room to a Mr. Goldsc, a divorced man in ies, evening, since despite all our polite s il ten oclock. Miep and Jan Gies came at eleven. Miep, o Mieps bag and Jans deep pockets. At eleven-ty too disappeared. I d be my last nig a il Mot five-ty t morning. Fortunately, it as as Sunday; a the day. t looked as if o spend t in a refrigerator, and all t just so ake more clotuation case full of clots, a dress, and over t a skirt, a jacket, a raincoat, tockings, s more. I ing even before t no one boto ask me . Margot stuffed to get o t unkno any rate, ts of it, since I still didnt know where our hiding place was. At seven-ty oo closed tje, my cat, ure I said good-bye to. According to a note for Mr. Goldsc, so be taken to the neighbors, who would give her a good home. tripped beds, t table, t for t in tced t in a interested in impressions. e just ed to get out of to get aion in safety. Nottered. More tomorrow. Yours, Anne thURSDAY, JULY 9, 1942 Dearest Kitty, So to t varied assortment of items. to t early ic looks; you could tell by t t offer us some kind of transportation; tar spoke for itself. Only did Fattle by little, ure and apparel out of tment as o s call-up notice, to be moved up ten days, h less orderly rooms. ted in Fats a little siders to understand, so Ill explain. Fat of people y-typist named Bep Voskuijl, all of ants, none of hing. ion of toreroom and is divided into several different sections, sucockroom and titute are ground. Next to tside door, a separate entrance to t inside t a stair top of tairs is anoted ; is ten in black letters. t office -- very large, very liger passing taining a safe, a o tuffy back office. to be s nos only occupant. Mr. Kuglers office can also be reac only t can be opened from t not easily from tside. If you leave Mr. Kuglers office and proceed t teps, you find yourself in te office, tire building. Elegant maure, a linoleum floor covered class. Next door is a spacious kitc-er er and t a bats the second floor. A aircase leads from tairs o t top of tairs is a landing, takes you up to torage area, attic and loft in t part of typically Dutceep, ankle-ting fligairs also runs from t part of to anoto treet. to t of to t;Secret Annexquot; at t t plain gray door. t one small step in front of traigeep fligairs. to t is a narro serves as t MAP hERE] room and bedroom. Next door is a smaller room, tudy of t of tairs is a oilet and anoto Margots and my room. If you go up tairs and open t top, youre surprised to see suc and spacious room in an old canalside contains a stove (to t it used to be Mr. Kuglers laboratory) and a sink. tcudy for us all. A tiny side room is to be Peter van Daans bedroom. t as in t part of ttic and a loft. So troduced you to the whole of our lovely Annex! Yours, Anne FRIDAY, JULY 10, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Ive probably bored you ion of our I still t from my next letters. But first, let me continue my story, because, as you kno finiser 263 Prinsengracaircase to t floor and into t t ing for us. Our living room and all tuff t I cant find to describe it. All t to t feo ceted to sleep in properly made beds t nigo get going and straig o move a muscle. ttresses, tired, miserable and I dont kno Fatarted in right away. All day long o our clean beds at nig eaten a meal all day, but care; Mot oo tired and keyed up to eat, and Fatoo busy. tuesday morning arted before. Bep and Miep grocery sion coupons, Fat screens, co sundoil ednesday, I didnt o t the enormous change in my life. t time since our arrival in t Annex, I found a moment to tell you all about it and to realize to happen. Yours, Anne SAtURDAY, JULY 11, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Fat still cant get used to tertoren clock, ime every quarter of an me, I liked it from tart; it sounds so reassuring, especially at nig to I t I dont really kno. I dont t t doesnt mean I e it. Its more like being on vacation in some strange pension. Kind of an odd o look at life in ts o may be damp and lopsided, but t a more comfortable erdam. No, in all of holland. Up to nos blank o Fat my entire postcard and movie-star collection o a brus of glue, I o plaster tures. It looks muco build cupboards and ot of ttic. Margot and Mot. Yesterday Mot -pea soup for t time, but tairstalking and forgot all about it. t of scraping could get t of the pan. Last nig doo te office and listened to England on t t I literally begged Fato take me back upstairs. Motood my anxiety and ever arted off immediately t day seains. Actually, you can , since t scraps of fabric, varying greatly in sy and pattern, coget acked to tay until of hiding. t is a branc is a furniture er travel t to coug nighough she has a bad cold, and are giving her large doses of codeine. Im looking foro t for tuesday. It . You see, its t makes me so nervous during ts, and Id give anyto have one of our helpers sleep here. Its really not t bad en to the radio in Daddys office. Mr. Kleiman and Miep, and Bep Voskuijl too, ra o buy lots of games. Of course, ever look out tside. And so tairs cant hear us. Yesterday tes of co can. ere going to use ty crates to make bookshelves. Someones calling me. Yours, Anne COMMENt ADDED BY ANNE ON SEPtEMBER 2g, 1942: Not beina able to ao outside upsets me more terrified our , of course, is a fairly dismal prospect. SUNDAY, JULY 12, 1942 to me t mont every day I feel myself drifting furt. I o start picking on me again five minutes later. You can easily see t and t broke the vacuum cleaner, and because of t lig of t;ell, Margot, its easy to see youre not used to ter to yank t by t; Margot made some reply, and t ory. But ternoon, o ree somet because ing is so o read, s let me. S again, and tting involved. I dont fit in t clearly in t feimental toget Id ratimental on my o is along so giving a moments t to t t I dont feel t way. Daddys tands me, no. Anot stand is alk about me in front of outsiders, telling ts horrible. And sometimes talk about Moortje and I cant take t at all. Moortje is my . I miss e of ten I tears. Moortje is so s, and I love I keep dreaming so us. I y of dreams, but ty is t ay il t ever go outside, and tors oo dangerous. COMMENt ADDED BY ANNE IN SEPtEMBER 1942: Daddys ally, and I o- talk sometime my bursting instantly into tears. But apparently t o do h my age. Id like to spend all my time ing, but t boring. Up to nos to my diary. I still gotten around to ing amusing sketc I could read aloud at a later date. In ture Im going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality. AUGUST, 1942 FRIDAY, AUGUSt 14, 1942 Dear Kitty, Ive deserted you for an entire mont so little I cant find a neem to relate every single day. t teent from teento sixteent call-up notices rig and causing a lot of unrest, so t o leave a day too early too late. Peter van Daan arrived at nine-ty in till at breakfast). Peters going on sixteen, a s amount to mucer. Muco our amusement, Mrs. van Daan inside. quot;I just dont feel at my c,quot; s item to find a permanent place under tead of a c, Mr. van D. ea table under his arm. From t, e our meals togeter t felt as if turally, to tell about tion. e erested in ment and to Mr. Goldsc. Mr. van Daan filled us in: quot;Monday morning at nine, Mr. Goldsc p straigraught Mr. Goldsc. e t t beructed, o bring t to to be searc traig table. Suddenly I saepad on Mrs. Franks desk, ricten on it. Even t it on purpose, I pretended to be surprised and to burn ting piece of paper. I s I kne your disappearance, but t te , I said, I bet I knoo. About six monto t seems ogeto ioned in Maastric o o Belgium and to Szerland. telling to any friends of t t need to mention t about Maastricer t I left. tory most of your friends old, because I later from several other people.¡± e t it remely funny, but certain people ions. For example, one family living on our square claimed tely positive o some kind of military ve. Yours, Anne FRIDAY, AUGUSt 21, 1942 Dear Kitty, No Annex ruly become secret. Because so many it ter to in front of trance to our hiding place. It s on its ry work. (Mr. Voskuijl old t t helpful.) Noo go doairs er t t ter cus by nailing a touffed o ts see if it helps! Im not doing mucion until September. Fats to start tutoring me t . ttle cers oday, but ts not loggerreats me like a baby, and. For t, tter. I dont ters gotten any nicer. o do a little carpentry urning to a dope! Mama gave me anotake te vie; mad at me, but it never lasts longer tes. Its a beautiful day outside, nice and , and in spite of everyt of ttic. Yours, Anne SEPTEMBER, 1942 EDNESDAY, SEPtEMBER 2, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Mr. and Mrs. van Daan errible fig, since Mot dream of sing at eac. t rivial it didnt seem ing a single . Oo each his own. Of course, its very difficult for Peter, akes Peter seriously anymore, since ive and lazy. Yesterday ongue ead of pink. t came. today a stiff neck. oo. Ac, kidneys and lungs are also par for te s t it?) Mot getting along very ion. to give you one small example, Mrs. van D. ts from our communal linen closet. S Moty surprise her has followed her lead. Furticked off because were using ead of ours. Sill trying to find out es; t closer ttic, bea advertising material. As long as of s, its just as erday I broke one of Mrs. van D.s soup bowls. quot;O; s;Cant you be more careful? t one.¡± Please bear in mind, Kitty, t tc dare comment on tlemen: ted). If you o tempts, youd lauging out ting t e Mote proper Dutcead of trying to duplicate their speech. Last erruption in our monotonous routine. ter -- and a book about and Peter are alloo read nearly all t ts preferred to keep to tely piqued Peters curiosity. forbidden fruit did it contain? alking, and took y to t. For two days all was well. Mrs. van Daan kne kept mum until Mr. van Daan found out about it. , took t ed to take y into account. Peter, not in t fazed by action, began to read t of tly interesting book. In time, Mrs. van D. asked Mot ticular book able for Margot, but sting other books. You see, Mrs. van Daan, Mot and Peter. to begin s a girl, and girls are alure than boys. Second, s go looking for ts mucellectually advanced, as a result of an excellent school.¡± Mrs. van Daan agreed felt it ter of principle to let youngsters read books ten for adults. Meanable time ed in eit seven-ty in tire family ening to te office, ook reasure and stole off to t again. -ty, but time and coming doairs follo surprising: after a slap, a able and Peter . tters stood ime for to eat. Peter stayed upstairs. No one gave s t; o go to bed inued eating, cting merrily aared at eache shock clearly visible on our pale faces. ters voice t;I come do; Mr. van Daan leapt up, o ted, o ;Ive had enough!¡± Fat mig to ttic. After mucruggling and kicking, Peter on eating. Mrs. van Daan ed to save a piece of bread for Mr. van D. . quot;If apologize te, o sleep in t.¡± e protested t going dinner er o catc be able to call a doctor. Peter didnt apologize, and returned to t. Mr. van Daan decided to leave morning t Peters bed in. At seven Peter to ttic again, but o come doairs ubborn silence, everyto normal. Yours, Anne MONDAY, SEPtEMBER 21, 1942 Dearest Kitty, today Ill tell you ted above my divan bed so t in ture, c. I cant use it at t because tle, day and night. tingent a very ained food safe, o noed in Peters room, but in terests of fress been moved to ttic. once stood, ter to put able underneatable noands. t migtle cubbyainly like to sleep there. Mrs. van Daan is unbearable. Im continually being scolded for my incessant cter t off me! Madame now has a nerick up rying to get out of of food left at ttom of t to spoil instead of transferring it to a glass disernoon uck s and pans, Madame exclaims, quot;O, you o do!¡± Every otten for girls my age. Im entic about ter s books very muc Summer four times, and tuations still make me laugh. Fatly ree, and ells me somet eac Frenco my Ive forgotten mucoo muc I learned in school. Peter aken up reluctance. A fe name for Fats me to cly o tutor ance s. But unbelievable mistakes! I sometimes listen to tcs from London. Prince Bernly announced t Princess juliana is expecting a baby in January, in the Royal Family. A fe, I to my sc day, since I tle desire to still be a freseen or fifteen. t t Im o read anyt t, Motlemen, ives and Servants, and of course Im not alloo read it (t is!). First I o be more intellectually developed, like my genius of a sister. tely looked up tionary!). Its true, I dont kno ts. But maybe Ill be smarter next year! Ive come to t I o er. Fato knit a er; t very pretty, but itll be s s. Some of our clot unfortunately be able to get to it until after ts still there, of course. Id just finising somet Mrs. van Daan . quot; I even take a peek?¡± quot;No, Mrs. van Daan.¡± quot;Just t page then?¡± quot;No, not even t page, Mrs. van Daan.¡± Of course, I nearly died, since t particular page contained a rattering description of her. t Im too tired and lazy to e it all down. Yours, Anne FRIDAY, SEPtEMBER 25, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Faties named Mr. Dre. At y-seven years younger and equally poor, over from more prosperous days. t nuisance to Fatly patience ic old man on till living at o advise o put a gramop of t every tes, quot;Yes, Mr. Dre; and quot;No, Mr. Dre; since tood a hy replies anyway. today Mr. Dreo come and see him. Mr. Kugler in t Miep canceled tment. Mrs. Dreimes, but since Miep edly out tire afternoon, so imitate Beps voice. Doairs in tairs in t y. Nos Mrs. Dre; and Miep o laug ted e giggle. Cant you just picture it? t to be test office in the office girls ogether! Some evenings I go to ttle c. e eat quot;mothball cookies¡± (molasses cookies t ored in a closet t ime. Recently tion Peter. I said t en pats me on t like. typically groer like a broter. quot;O; I said, but ;O; Just imagine! I added t Peters a bit stiff, per used to being around girls are like t. I must say t ttee (tion) is very creative. Listen to to get a message to Mr. Broks, an Opekta Co. sales representative and friend iously hings for us! to type a letter to a store oly, one of Opekta s customers and ask o fill out a form and send it back in te tter is returned from Zealand, tten message confirming t Fated in the envelope. tter suspecting a ruse. ts close to Belgium (a letter can easily be smuggled across to travel t a special permit. An ordinary salesman like Mr. Broks ed a permit. Yesterday Fat on anot. Groggy umbled off to bed. es later o ts over botc from under t arted talking about t t Peter says Margot is a quot;buttinsky.quot; Suddenly Daddys voice s on t, you mean. Mousc, is becoming nicer to me as time goes by, but Im still somew afraid of her. Yours, Anne SUNDAY, SEPtEMBER 27, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Mot;discussionquot; today, but t is t I burst into tears. I cant . Daddy is alo me, and ands me mucter. At moments like t stand Mots obvious t Im a stranger to even kno t ordinary things. e alking about maids and t t youre supposed to refer to t;domestic ; t to be called. I didnt quite see it t I talk about laterquot; so often and t I act as if I I dont tles in terrible to do, as long as you dont take it too seriously. At any rate, Daddy usually comes to my defense. it be able to stick it out here. I dont get along very bursts tairs, I find it far from pleasant. Margots and Moties are so alien to me. I understand my girlfriends better t t a shame? For teentime, Mrs. van Daan is sulking. Ss too bad Mot repay every van Daan quot;disappearing actquot; ;disappearing act.¡± Some people, like to take special delig only in raising t in doesnt need it, since surally good, kind and clever, perfection itself, but I seem to ions and my saucy replies. Father always defend me fiercely. it t be able to jump back into th my usual composure. telling me I salk less, mind my o, but I seem doomed to failure. If Fat so patient, Id ing my parents quite moderate expectations. If I take a small able I loat potatoes instead, t get over ;Come on, Anne, eat some more vegetables,quot; she says. quot;No, t; I reply. quot;tatoes are more than enough.¡± quot;Vegetables are good for you; your motoo. ; ss, until Fatervenes and up to refuse a dis like. t;You s our up t call terribly spoiled. Id never allo. If Anne er. . .¡± tirades begin and end: quot;If Anne . But to get back to t of raising cerday a silence fell after Mrs. van D. finistle speec;I t up. At least s to respond to your interminable sermons. As far as tables are concerned, all I o say is look wtle black.¡± Mrs. van D. ed. t calling tde black refers of course to Madame tolerate beans or any kind of cabbage in t;gas.quot; But I could say t a dope, dont you think? In any case, lets ops talking about me. Its so funny to see , and it secredy annoys her no end. Yours, Anne MONDAY, SEPtEMBER 28,1942 Dearest Kitty, I o stop yesterday, to tell you about anot before I do Id like to say ts odd t groen and about sucty matters. Up to no bickering somet tgre. Often, of course, times a reason to t take place plain bickering. I so t t t Im not and never of nearly every discussion. (to t;discussions¡± instead of quot;quarrels,quot; but Germans dont knoicize everyt me: my bey, my manners; every inco toe and back again, is t of gossip and debate. s are constantly being flung at my ely not used to it. According to t be, Im supposed to grin and bear it. But I cant! I ention of taking ts lying do born yesterday. t up and take notice and keep t o attend to tead of mine. t s simply barbaric. Ive been astonisime and again, at suc of all. . . at sucupidity (Mrs. van Daan). But as soon as Ive gotten used to t s take long, Ill give taste of tune! Am I really as bad-mannered, rong, stubborn, pusupid, lazy, etc., etc., as t. I kno t of proportion! If you only knety, take long before I explode -up rage. But enoug. Ive bored you long enoug I cant resist adding a eresting dinner conversation. Some of Pims extreme diffidence. y is a , person dream of questioning. All of a sudden Mrs. van Daan, ion, remarked, quot;Im very modest and retiring too, muchan my husband!¡± ence clearly illustrates t s exactly ! Mr. van Daan, o explain t;muchan my husband,¡± ans;I o be modest and retiring. In my experience, you get a lot furt; And turning to me, ;Dont be modest and retiring, Anne. It you nowhere.¡± Motely . But, as usual, Mrs. van Daan o add s. time, ead of addressing me directly, surned to my parents and said, quot;You must range outlook on life to be able to say t to Anne. t w c in your modern household!¡± t at Mot urned brigated o ts. ted to ter over and done to t;ell, Mrs. van Daan, I agree t its mucter if a person isnt overmodest. My and Peter are all exceptionally modest. Your exactly te, dont let ourselves be pushed around.¡± Mrs. van Daan: quot;O Mrs. Frank, I dont understand remely modest and retiring. Im pushy?¡± Mot;I didnt say you ion.¡± Mrs. van D.: quot;Id like to kno for myself arve, but t doesnt mean Im not as modest and retiring as your husband.¡± Mot to laug tated Mrs. van Daan. Not exactly a born debater, sinued account in a mixture of German and Dutcil s so tangled up in s about to leave t, t Mrs. van D. turned around I doing it on purpose, but Id folloently t my reaction ely involuntary. Mrs. van D. wongue-lashing: ly like some fat, red-faced fis o beo cruck me as so comical, t silly little scatterbrain! Ive learned one t to knoer a figrue cer! Yours, Anne tUESDAY, SEPtEMBER 29, 1942 Dearest Kitty, trangest to you o picture this. Because ub, and because t er in tire loake turns making t of t opportunity. But since none of us are alike and are all plagued by varying degrees of modesty, eache family ed a different place to akes a batc s time for o eacurn and announces t tc o be sufficient. Mr. van D. takes airs, figuring t ty of er up all tairs. Mrs. van D. to take a bating to see e office and Motc and I office to be our batains are draurday afternoon, in t tains and gazes in the endlessly amusing people. A like t and for more comfortable baters. It er urn on t, lock t ter anyones the fear of being seen. I used my lovely bat time on Sunday and, strange as it may seem, I like it better ther place. t airs on ednesday, moving ter pipes and drains from to t freeze during a cold er. t . Not only alloo run er during t ts. Ill tell you unseemly of me to bring it up, but Im not so prudis matters of t, sacrificing a canning jar for tion of t, canning jars into service during time to ure. As far as I as o sit still all day and not say a o talk or move at all is ten times worse. After tant sitting, my backside iff and sore. Nighenics helped. Yours, Anne OCTOBER, 1942 EDNESDAY, SEPtEMBER 2, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Mr. and Mrs. van Daan errible fig, since Mot dream of sing at eac. t rivial it didnt seem ing a single . Oo each his own. Of course, its very difficult for Peter, akes Peter seriously anymore, since ive and lazy. Yesterday ongue ead of pink. t came. today a stiff neck. oo. Ac, kidneys and lungs are also par for te s t it?) Mot getting along very ion. to give you one small example, Mrs. van D. ts from our communal linen closet. S Moty surprise her has followed her lead. Furticked off because were using ead of ours. Sill trying to find out es; t closer ttic, bea advertising material. As long as of s, its just as erday I broke one of Mrs. van D.s soup bowls. quot;O; s;Cant you be more careful? t one.¡± Please bear in mind, Kitty, t tc dare comment on tlemen: ted). If you o tempts, youd lauging out ting t e Mote proper Dutcead of trying to duplicate their speech. Last erruption in our monotonous routine. ter -- and a book about and Peter are alloo read nearly all t ts preferred to keep to tely piqued Peters curiosity. forbidden fruit did it contain? alking, and took y to t. For two days all was well. Mrs. van Daan kne kept mum until Mr. van Daan found out about it. , took t ed to take y into account. Peter, not in t fazed by action, began to read t of tly interesting book. In time, Mrs. van D. asked Mot ticular book able for Margot, but sting other books. You see, Mrs. van Daan, Mot and Peter. to begin s a girl, and girls are alure than boys. Second, s go looking for ts mucellectually advanced, as a result of an excellent school.¡± Mrs. van Daan agreed felt it ter of principle to let youngsters read books ten for adults. Meanable time ed in eit seven-ty in tire family ening to te office, ook reasure and stole off to t again. -ty, but time and coming doairs follo surprising: after a slap, a able and Peter . tters stood ime for to eat. Peter stayed upstairs. No one gave s t; o go to bed inued eating, cting merrily aared at eache shock clearly visible on our pale faces. ters voice t;I come do; Mr. van Daan leapt up, o ted, o ;Ive had enough!¡± Fat mig to ttic. After mucruggling and kicking, Peter on eating. Mrs. van Daan ed to save a piece of bread for Mr. van D. . quot;If apologize te, o sleep in t.¡± e protested t going dinner er o catc be able to call a doctor. Peter didnt apologize, and returned to t. Mr. van Daan decided to leave morning t Peters bed in. At seven Peter to ttic again, but o come doairs ubborn silence, everyto normal. Yours, Anne MONDAY, SEPtEMBER 21, 1942 Dearest Kitty, today Ill tell you ted above my divan bed so t in ture, c. I cant use it at t because tle, day and night. tingent a very ained food safe, o noed in Peters room, but in terests of fress been moved to ttic. once stood, ter to put able underneatable noands. t migtle cubbyainly like to sleep there. Mrs. van Daan is unbearable. Im continually being scolded for my incessant cter t off me! Madame now has a nerick up rying to get out of of food left at ttom of t to spoil instead of transferring it to a glass disernoon uck s and pans, Madame exclaims, quot;O, you o do!¡± Every otten for girls my age. Im entic about ter s books very muc Summer four times, and tuations still make me laugh. Fatly ree, and ells me somet eac Frenco my Ive forgotten mucoo muc I learned in school. Peter aken up reluctance. A fe name for Fats me to cly o tutor ance s. But unbelievable mistakes! I sometimes listen to tcs from London. Prince Bernly announced t Princess juliana is expecting a baby in January, in the Royal Family. A fe, I to my sc day, since I tle desire to still be a freseen or fifteen. t t Im o read anyt t, Motlemen, ives and Servants, and of course Im not alloo read it (t is!). First I o be more intellectually developed, like my genius of a sister. tely looked up tionary!). Its true, I dont kno ts. But maybe Ill be smarter next year! Ive come to t I o er. Fato knit a er; t very pretty, but itll be s s. Some of our clot unfortunately be able to get to it until after ts still there, of course. Id just finising somet Mrs. van Daan . quot; I even take a peek?¡± quot;No, Mrs. van Daan.¡± quot;Just t page then?¡± quot;No, not even t page, Mrs. van Daan.¡± Of course, I nearly died, since t particular page contained a rattering description of her. t Im too tired and lazy to e it all down. Yours, Anne FRIDAY, SEPtEMBER 25, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Faties named Mr. Dre. At y-seven years younger and equally poor, over from more prosperous days. t nuisance to Fatly patience ic old man on till living at o advise o put a gramop of t every tes, quot;Yes, Mr. Dre; and quot;No, Mr. Dre; since tood a hy replies anyway. today Mr. Dreo come and see him. Mr. Kugler in t Miep canceled tment. Mrs. Dreimes, but since Miep edly out tire afternoon, so imitate Beps voice. Doairs in tairs in t y. Nos Mrs. Dre; and Miep o laug ted e giggle. Cant you just picture it? t to be test office in the office girls ogether! Some evenings I go to ttle c. e eat quot;mothball cookies¡± (molasses cookies t ored in a closet t ime. Recently tion Peter. I said t en pats me on t like. typically groer like a broter. quot;O; I said, but ;O; Just imagine! I added t Peters a bit stiff, per used to being around girls are like t. I must say t ttee (tion) is very creative. Listen to to get a message to Mr. Broks, an Opekta Co. sales representative and friend iously hings for us! to type a letter to a store oly, one of Opekta s customers and ask o fill out a form and send it back in te tter is returned from Zealand, tten message confirming t Fated in the envelope. tter suspecting a ruse. ts close to Belgium (a letter can easily be smuggled across to travel t a special permit. An ordinary salesman like Mr. Broks ed a permit. Yesterday Fat on anot. Groggy umbled off to bed. es later o ts over botc from under t arted talking about t t Peter says Margot is a quot;buttinsky.quot; Suddenly Daddys voice s on t, you mean. Mousc, is becoming nicer to me as time goes by, but Im still somew afraid of her. Yours, Anne SUNDAY, SEPtEMBER 27, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Mot;discussionquot; today, but t is t I burst into tears. I cant . Daddy is alo me, and ands me mucter. At moments like t stand Mots obvious t Im a stranger to even kno t ordinary things. e alking about maids and t t youre supposed to refer to t;domestic ; t to be called. I didnt quite see it t I talk about laterquot; so often and t I act as if I I dont tles in terrible to do, as long as you dont take it too seriously. At any rate, Daddy usually comes to my defense. it be able to stick it out here. I dont get along very bursts tairs, I find it far from pleasant. Margots and Moties are so alien to me. I understand my girlfriends better t t a shame? For teentime, Mrs. van Daan is sulking. Ss too bad Mot repay every van Daan quot;disappearing actquot; ;disappearing act.¡± Some people, like to take special delig only in raising t in doesnt need it, since surally good, kind and clever, perfection itself, but I seem to ions and my saucy replies. Father always defend me fiercely. it t be able to jump back into th my usual composure. telling me I salk less, mind my o, but I seem doomed to failure. If Fat so patient, Id ing my parents quite moderate expectations. If I take a small able I loat potatoes instead, t get over ;Come on, Anne, eat some more vegetables,quot; she says. quot;No, t; I reply. quot;tatoes are more than enough.¡± quot;Vegetables are good for you; your motoo. ; ss, until Fatervenes and up to refuse a dis like. t;You s our up t call terribly spoiled. Id never allo. If Anne er. . .¡± tirades begin and end: quot;If Anne . But to get back to t of raising cerday a silence fell after Mrs. van D. finistle speec;I t up. At least s to respond to your interminable sermons. As far as tables are concerned, all I o say is look wtle black.¡± Mrs. van D. ed. t calling tde black refers of course to Madame tolerate beans or any kind of cabbage in t;gas.quot; But I could say t a dope, dont you think? In any case, lets ops talking about me. Its so funny to see , and it secredy annoys her no end. Yours, Anne MONDAY, SEPtEMBER 28,1942 Dearest Kitty, I o stop yesterday, to tell you about anot before I do Id like to say ts odd t groen and about sucty matters. Up to no bickering somet tgre. Often, of course, times a reason to t take place plain bickering. I so t t t Im not and never of nearly every discussion. (to t;discussions¡± instead of quot;quarrels,quot; but Germans dont knoicize everyt me: my bey, my manners; every inco toe and back again, is t of gossip and debate. s are constantly being flung at my ely not used to it. According to t be, Im supposed to grin and bear it. But I cant! I ention of taking ts lying do born yesterday. t up and take notice and keep t o attend to tead of mine. t s simply barbaric. Ive been astonisime and again, at suc of all. . . at sucupidity (Mrs. van Daan). But as soon as Ive gotten used to t s take long, Ill give taste of tune! Am I really as bad-mannered, rong, stubborn, pusupid, lazy, etc., etc., as t. I kno t of proportion! If you only knety, take long before I explode -up rage. But enoug. Ive bored you long enoug I cant resist adding a eresting dinner conversation. Some of Pims extreme diffidence. y is a , person dream of questioning. All of a sudden Mrs. van Daan, ion, remarked, quot;Im very modest and retiring too, muchan my husband!¡± ence clearly illustrates t s exactly ! Mr. van Daan, o explain t;muchan my husband,¡± ans;I o be modest and retiring. In my experience, you get a lot furt; And turning to me, ;Dont be modest and retiring, Anne. It you nowhere.¡± Motely . But, as usual, Mrs. van Daan o add s. time, ead of addressing me directly, surned to my parents and said, quot;You must range outlook on life to be able to say t to Anne. t w c in your modern household!¡± t at Mot urned brigated o ts. ted to ter over and done to t;ell, Mrs. van Daan, I agree t its mucter if a person isnt overmodest. My and Peter are all exceptionally modest. Your exactly te, dont let ourselves be pushed around.¡± Mrs. van Daan: quot;O Mrs. Frank, I dont understand remely modest and retiring. Im pushy?¡± Mot;I didnt say you ion.¡± Mrs. van D.: quot;Id like to kno for myself arve, but t doesnt mean Im not as modest and retiring as your husband.¡± Mot to laug tated Mrs. van Daan. Not exactly a born debater, sinued account in a mixture of German and Dutcil s so tangled up in s about to leave t, t Mrs. van D. turned around I doing it on purpose, but Id folloently t my reaction ely involuntary. Mrs. van D. wongue-lashing: ly like some fat, red-faced fis o beo cruck me as so comical, t silly little scatterbrain! Ive learned one t to knoer a figrue cer! Yours, Anne tUESDAY, SEPtEMBER 29, 1942 Dearest Kitty, trangest to you o picture this. Because ub, and because t er in tire loake turns making t of t opportunity. But since none of us are alike and are all plagued by varying degrees of modesty, eache family ed a different place to akes a batc s time for o eacurn and announces t tc o be sufficient. Mr. van D. takes airs, figuring t ty of er up all tairs. Mrs. van D. to take a bating to see e office and Motc and I office to be our batains are draurday afternoon, in t tains and gazes in the endlessly amusing people. A like t and for more comfortable baters. It er urn on t, lock t ter anyones the fear of being seen. I used my lovely bat time on Sunday and, strange as it may seem, I like it better ther place. t airs on ednesday, moving ter pipes and drains from to t freeze during a cold er. t . Not only alloo run er during t ts. Ill tell you unseemly of me to bring it up, but Im not so prudis matters of t, sacrificing a canning jar for tion of t, canning jars into service during time to ure. As far as I as o sit still all day and not say a o talk or move at all is ten times worse. After tant sitting, my backside iff and sore. Nighenics helped. Yours, Anne NOVEMBER, 1942 MONDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1942 Dear Kitty, Bep stayed s sleep very o report. I erday and to bed early. Margots being exasperating again. ting out an index card file from td fallen over and gotten all mixed up. Before long I s. I asked Margot and Peter to too lazy, so I put it away. Im not crazy enougo do it all by myself! Anne Frank PS. I forgot to mention tant ne Im probably going to get my period soon. I can tell because I keep finding a ed it art soon. I can . Its sucous event. too bad I cant use sanitary napkins, but you cant get tampons can be used only by be able to e t kind of thing anymore. No Im rereading my diary after a year and a my c innocent again, o be. I can understand ts about Margot, Motten terday, but I cant imagine ina so openly about otters. It embarrasses me areatly to read ts t I remembered as beina nicer tually ions are so indelicate. But enoua. I can also understand my je. time Ive been times consciously for trust, love and pion. tensity, but its alhere. thURSDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1942 Dear Kitty, tisalingrad fallen yet, so tea t, noto report. t and doing little s t to be. ts surely to success. Motting along better lately, but very open about tove a feire room is still filled ral ing, and Im probably not ts a stinker (t), a constant source of irritation, morning, noon and night. Anne Frank SAtURDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Mot doesnt bode just a coincidence t Fat and al nig iful illustrations; s up and put ter. I doing anyt up and began looking at tures. Margot carne back, sa;; book in my ted ed to look t some more. Margot got madder by te, and Motted in: quot;Margot book; give it back to her.¡± Fat even kno Margot me: quot;Id like to see one of your books!¡± I promptly gave in, put to t t; I merely sad. It rigo pass judgment knoo Margot myself, and a lot sooner, if Fat intervened and ruso take Margots part, as if s injustice. Of course, Motook Margots side; take eaco it t Ive become completely indifferent to Mots moodiness. I love t only because t. I dont give a darn about ts different ial to Margot, approving Margots every action, praising er Fathe world I love more. realize t reats Margot differently t just o be test, t, ttiest and t. But I to be taken seriously too. Ive alo pay double for my sins: once isfied ion or talks. I long for somet jealous of Margot; I never envious of y. Its just t Id like to feel t Fat because Im because Im me, Anne. I cling to Fatempt of Mots only t Im able to retain t ounce of family feeling I . understand t I sometimes need to vent my feelings for Mot to talk about it, and Motcomings, is tougo deal kno very edness, yet I cant continue to take thing. Im te of Mot mean to judge rig a moto me -- I o mot myself adrift from ting my o seem to find anyt in to call quot;Mother.¡± I tell myself time and again to overlook Mot to see s, and to look inside myself for doesnt part is t Fat realize tting me dos who can make tely happy? Sometimes I trying to test me, boture. Ill o become a good person on my o anyone to serve as a model or advise me, but itll make me stronger in the end. me is ever going to read tters? me can I turn to for comfort? Im frequently in need of consolation, I often feel en t, I fail to meet expectations. I knoo do better. t consistent in treatment of me. One day t Annes a sensible girl and entitled to kno t Annes a silly goose imagines so knotle darling o articulate t. Oo my nigo put up abide or my intentions. ts art ttys alient. I promise , despite everyt Ill find my o once, receive encouragement from someone who loves me. Dont condemn me, but times reacing point! Yours, Anne MONDAY, NOVEMBER 9,1942 Dearest Kitty, Yesterday ers birteentairs by eiger and I looked at s. te lig t at all; it just looks so distinguished. t surprise came from Mr. van Daan, one t tunis, Algiers, Casablanca and Oran. quot;t; everyone Ciser, ;t t is not even t it is, per; Do you see timism. Stalingrad, ty t tack for till fallen into German hands. In true spirit of talk to you about food. (I s ttons up on top floor.) Bread is delivered daily by a very nice baker, a friend of Mr. Kleimans. Of course, its enougion books on t. ts already risen from 27 to 33 guilders. And t for mere ss of printed paper! to provide ourselves rition t ored t just for us, but for taff as entrance, but a fe under t. So o move to ttic, and Peter rusted ing. o get five of tairs intact and one flying tairs. Since t fifty pounds of beans in t sack, it made enougo raise tairs ter unned, but t into peals of lauganding at ttom of tairs, like an island in a sea of bro my ankles. e promptly began picking t beans are so small and slippery t to every conceivable corner and ime airs, Mrs. van Daan h a handful of beans. I almost forgot to mention t Father has recovered from his illness. Yours, Anne P.S. t announced t Algiers ing for tunis. tUESDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Great neo take an eigo h us! Yes, really. e al t er burden on Mr. Kugler and Mr. Kleiman. But since reports of to tting o sound out tlemen, and t it plan. quot;Its just as dangerous, ; ted rigtled, doally tances, trying to come up ended family. t difficult. After Fated all tives, named Alfred Dussel. ian lady younger t married, but ts beside t. o be quiet and refined, and ance o be nice. Miep knos. If o sleep in my room instead of Margot, er Dussel arrived, Margot slept in s bedroom.] ell ask o bring along someto fill cavities h. Yours, Anne thURSDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Miep came to tell us t so see Dr. Dussel. sered t;t o go into urday, but ted to bring o date, settle s and attend to a couple of patients. Miep relayed to us t t o so long. All tions require explanations to various people o be kept in t to ask if Dr. Dussel couldnt manage to come on Saturday after all, but o arrive on Monday. I ts odd t jump at our proposal. If treet, it ients, so whe delay? If you ask me, its stupid of Fato humor him. Otherwise, no news. Yours, Anne tUESDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 1942 Dearest Kitty! Mr. Dussel smootold o be at a certain place in front of t office at 11 A.M., ed place at ted time. Mr. Kleiman up to ting to meet o come and asked o drop by to see Miep. Mr. Kleiman took a streetcar back to the office while Mr. Dussel follo. It y o remove , so tar couldnt be seen, and brougo te office, ext t te office ook Mr. Dussel upstairs, opened tepped inside, w. In time, ted ourselves around table to a test addition to our family led o tely recognized our furniture, but airs, just above old onised. t leave brougairs. Mr. Dussel sank into a cared at us in dumbstruck silence, as t rututtered, quot;Aber . . . but are you nico, t coming? Your escape working?¡± e explained to ely spread to t come looking for us off track. Mr. Dussel gaze around in surprise as of our lovely and ultrapractical Annex. e all ogetook a s nap, joined us for tea, put ao bring o feel muc he following typeten rules and regulations for t Annex (a van Daan production): PROSPECtUS AND GUIDE tO t ANNEX A Unique Facility for temporary Accommodation of Jeed in beautiful, quiet, of Amsterdam. No private residences in ty. Can be reacreetcar 13 or 17 and also by car and bicycle. For to ation ies, it can also be reac. Furnisments are available at all times, meals. Price: Free. Diet: Lo. Runnina er in tside oves for ing. Ample storage space for a variety of goods. two large, modern safes. Private radio line to London, Neel Aviv and many otations. Available to all residents after 6 P.M. No listening to forbidden broadcasts, ain exceptions, i.e., German stations may only be tuned in to listen to classical music. It is absolutely forbidden to listen to German neins (regardless of ted from) and to pass to others. Rest o 7:30 A.M.; 10:15 A.M. on Sundays. Oo circumstances, residents are required to observe rest ime ed to do so by t. to ensure ty of all, rest be strictly observed!!! Free-time activities: None alloside til furtice. Use of language: It is necessary to speak softly at all times. Only thus no German. Reading and relaxation: No German books may be read, except for ture. Otional. Calisthenics: Daily. Singing: Only softly, and after 6 P.M. Movies: Prior arrangements required. Classes: A any . Payment in tutoring, e.g., Dutch. Separate department for ts (ion of vermin, for ws are required). Mealtimes: Breakfast: At 9 A.M. daily except approximately 11:30 A.M. on Sundays and holidays. Lunc meal. From 1:15 P.M. to 1:45 P.M. Dinner: Mayor not be a meal. Mealtime depends on nes. Obligations to ts must be prepared to all times. Batub is available to all residents after 9 A.M. on Sundays. Residents may batce office or front office, as they choose. Alcohol: For medicinal purposes only. the end. Yours, Anne thURSDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Just as , Mr. Dussel is a very nice man. Of course mind sharing a room o be , Im not exactly delig ranger use my t you o make sacrifices for a good cause, and Im glad I can make t;If doesnt matter,quot; said Fately right. t day Mr. Dussel ions -- for example, ime to to use to go to toilet. You may laug t so easy in a ime make any noise t migairs, and ra careful. I patiently explained all to Mr. Dussel, but I o see o catcill cant remember old him. Maybe confused by t over it. Othing is going fine. Mr. Dussel old us muc tside ances aken off to a dreadful fate. Niger nigary vereets. tely taken a, to t s impossible to escape tco en go around s, knocking only on to be made. tly offer a bounty, so mucs like ts of t mean to make ligs mucoo tragic for t. In ts dark, I often see long lines of good, innocent people, accompanied by crying c by a til t h. ere so fortunate urmoil. e o give a moments t to all t for t t t t friends are dropping from exion or being knocked to the ground. I get frig t monsters ever to stalk th. And all because theyre Jews. Yours, Anne FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 20, 1942 Dearest Kitty, e dont really kno. Up to notle ne t it best to stay as co mention her or Mrs. van Daan art to cry, so s ter not to say any more. But ions, and tories o tell get t of our ime to digest to our usual joking and teasing. It do us or tside any good if inue to be as gloomy as of turning t Annex into a Melancholy Annex? No matter tc its a disgrace to be so c am I supposed to spend t do t. this gloom will pass. Added to t of a more personal nature, and it pales in comparison to t told you about. Still, I cant elling you t lately Ive begun to feel deserted. Im surrounded by too great a void. I never used to give it muc, since my mind ime. No un myself. Its taken a Fatter take t comes to my feelings, Mot ceased to count long ago. But eful, Kitty, I kno ime and o t as well, my o reel! Yours, Anne SAtURDAY, NOVEMBER 2g, 1942 Dearest Kitty, eve been using too mucricity and ion. t: excessive economy and t of ricity cut off. No ligeen days; ts a pleasant t, isnt it? But be so long! Its too dark to read after four or four-ty, so ivities: telling riddles, doing calister a erday I discovered a neime: using a good pair of binoculars to peek into ted rooms of tains cant be opened, not even an inc ts so dark. I never kne neigeresting. Ours are, at any rate. Ive come across a fe dinner, one family making ist across tened old lady. Mr. Dussel, to get along so o absolutely adore turned out to be an old-fasoo narroo be t bes all I can do to avoid ions repeatedly flung at my o pretend not to be so bad if Mr. Dussel sucattletale and singled out Moto be t of s. If Mr. Dussels just read me t act, Motures me all over again, time t me. And if Im really lucky, Mrs. van D. calls me to account five minutes later and lays dohe law as well! Really, its not easy being t-up center of attention of a family of nitpickers. In bed at niged scomings, I get so confused by t of to consider t I eitrange feeling of ing to be different t t to be, or perly t to be. Ooo. Forgive me, but I dont like crossing t, and in times of scarcity, tossing aaboo. So I can only advise you not to reread to make no attempt to get to ttom of it, because youll never find your again! Yours, Anne DECEMBER, 1942 MONDAY, DECEMBER 7, 1942 Dearest Kitty, . Nic. e didnt make mucs and lig supply, ten minutes, but as long as doesnt matter. Mr. van Daan made a menora of aken care of too. St. Nicurday our curiosity ed to somet eigrooped doairs tc gave me tairs!) to tc, since t . quot;O; we all cried. In t decorated er. e quickly took t upstairs tle gift for everyone, including an appropriate verse. Since youre famte eac. Nic copy them down for you. I received a Ke bookends, and so on. ell any of us ed St. Nicime to begin. Yours, Anne PS. e also s for everyone doairs, a fe over from teful for money. today ery to me! thURSDAY, DECEMBER 10, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Mr. van Daan used to be in t, sausage and spice business. , to our great deligs alents t have come in handy now. e ordered a large amount of meat (under ter, of course) t o preserve in case times ao make brat, sausages and mett. I c t times. ts to t and used a long pipe to force ture into the casings. e ate t for lunc to be canned, o dry first, so into laug was suc. tcter t t. ted apron, crying to do everyt once: learning Dutc of a book, stirring tc, sig s o get rid of t beion and ting next to tove dabbing ea. Pim, seated in t o move to stay out of tism must ly er , atoes. rigo it, none of us ching Mr. van Daan. Dussel al practice. Just for fun, Ill describe t patient. Mot victim, sat do, and vaseline, eet made ter inco cries every time oucer a lengtion (lengt actually took no longer tes), Dussel began to scrape out a cavity. But Mrs. van D. ention of letting il Dussel finally let go of . . . remained stuck in Mrs. van D.s toot really did it! Mrs. van D. las ions, cried (as mucrument like t in your moutried to remove it, but only managed to pus in even fart of ter. Of course, t was very mean of us. If itd been me, Im sure I deal of squirming, kicking, screaming and sing, Mrs. van D. finally managed to yank t, and Mr. Dussel on Mrs. van D. didnt ime to pull any more s tants; Mr. van D. and I performed our job itledquot; A Quack at ork.quot; In time, ient ting restless, since so keep an eye on quot;; soup and quot;her¡± food. One tain: itll be a ment! Yours, Anne SUNDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1942 Dearest Kitty, Im sitting office, peering out tains. Its dusky, but t enoug to e by. Its really strange c. to be in suc trip over t. t I cant even tell icularly attractive to look at. ty you to toucen-foot pole. Real slum kids and a hey say. Yesterday afternoon, aking a bat; if ook a fisuck tub, washen. . .¡± quot;And tomorro as dirty and tattered as t; Margot replied. But Im babbling. to look at cars, boats and treetcar and the children and Im enjoying myself. Our ts are subject to as little curning from to food, from food to politics. By terday as t one of t gave me suco ties and une. Across from us is a . tain lives ttle dog only by its bark and by its tail, a ss just started raining and most of ts, and noocking-capped ually, I dont even need to look. By no a glance: gone to fat from eating potatoes, dressed in a red or green coat and s are eitheir husbands. Yours, Anne tUESDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1942 Dearest Kitty, ted to ra quarter pound of butter for Cmas. According to titled to t tion books from t, not Je ration books on t. Eaco bake sometter. tcs very busy upstairs, and Mot Im not to do any studying or reading until all the household chores have been finished. Mrs. van Daan is lying in bed nursing antly demands t tisfied s back on and can clean up after admit, sraordinarily , and as long as sal condition, se cheerful. As if I dont ;s; enoug;too muc; noise, my dear roommate ;s; to me all nigoo. According to even turn over. I refuse to take any notice of time o s back. s more exasperating and egotistical as t for t ic ularly infuriating on Sundays, to exercise for ten minutes. to me, torment seems to last for o make my bed longer are constantly being jiggled under my sleepy er rounding off h a few vigorous arm swings, his Lordship begins dressing. o get it and t my bed. But ie is on table, so once again the chairs. But I mustnt e any more of your time griping about disgusting old men. It ters anyu nately o be abandoned in terests of peace. O to be reasonable about everytudying, listen ing, ongues, knoo begin oo quickly and I by time the war is over. Yours, Anne JANUARY, 1943 EDNESDAY, JANUARY 13, 1943 Dearest Kitty, tantly interrupted, and as a result I been able to finishing Ive begun. e ime, namely, filling packages s. Mr. Kugler been able to find anyone else to fill ts cs they do in prisons. Its incredibly boring and makes us dizzy and giggly. terrible tside. At any time of nig of to take only a knapsack and a little casorn apart; men, ts urn from so find tians in to Germany. Everyone is scared. Every nigo German cities, to so of t, tire ter, t. As for us, e fortunate. Luckier ts quiet and safe o buy food. ere so selfis alk about quot;after t; and look foro neually we so o salvage wever we can. ts and ockings and no one to to still treets to an even colder classroom. tten so bad in op passersby in treets to beg for a piece of bread. I could spend elling you about t, but Id only make myself more miserable. All , as calmly as possible, for it to end. Jeing, ting, and many are ing for death. Yours, Anne SAtURDAY, JANUARY 30, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Im seet I cant s. Id like to scream, stamp my foot, give Mot knoy words, mocking looks and accusations t s me day after day, piercing me like arroigrung bow, wo pull from my body. Id like to scream at Mot, too: quot;Leave me alone, let me least one nig cry myself to sleep me get a; But I cant do t. I cant let ts, or ted on me. I couldnt bear t to scream even more. Everyone talk, ridicu lous e more tupid, coing, etc., etc. All day long I ing c off and pretend not to mind, I do mind. I y, one t doesnt antagonize everyone. But ts impossible. Im stuck er I Im sure Im not a bad person. I do my best to please everyone, more t in a million years. airs, I try to laug off because I dont to see my troubles. More ter a series of absurd reproac Mot;I dont care to talk back and virtually ignore me for two days. tten and sreat me like everyone else. Its impossible for me to be all smiles one day and venomous t. Id rat so golden, and keep my ts to myself. Perime Ill treat tempt as treat me. Oh, if only I could. Yours, Anne FEBRUARY, 1943 FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1943 Dearest Kitty, ts been ages since Ive ten to you about till no cook our soon-forgotten clas nories to mediate. Margot and Peter arent exactly ;youngquot;; t and boring. Next to tick out like a sore told, quot;Margot and Peter dont act t ers example!quot; I e t. I confess t I ely no desire to be like Margot. Soo o suit me; ss to I keep ideas like to myself. t me if I offered this in my defense. During meals tension. Fortunately, tbursts are sometimes ;soup eaters,quot; to have a cup of soup for lunch. ternoon Mr. van Daan again broug t Margot eats so little. quot;I suppose you do it to keep your figure,quot; one. Moto Margots defense, said in a loud voice, quot;I cant stand t stupid cter of yours a minute longer.¡± Mrs. van D. turned red as a beet. Mr. van D. stared straighing. Still, en long ago Mrs. van D. ertaining us of nonsense or anotalking about t, about along a flirt s;And you kno; sinued, quot;my fatold me t if a gentleman ever got freso say, Remem ber, sir, t Im a lady, and I meant.quot; e split our sides laugold us a good joke. Even Peter, t, occasionally gives rise to y. une of adoring foreign knoernoon use toilet because tors in to , to t didnt flusoilet. to odor, acked a sign to t;RSVP -- gas!quot; Of course, quot;Danger -- gas!quot; but quot;RSVPquot; looked more elegant. est idea t it meant quot;please reply.¡± Yours, Anne SAtURDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Pim is expecting t is gradually getting better. Gandeentrikes. Mrs. van D. claims salistic. But w afraid whe guns go off? None otronella van Daan. Jan brougter t to their parishioners. It iful and inspiring. quot;People of tand up and take action. Eac co figry, our people and our reli gion! Give your . Act no; t t. ill it do any good? Its definitely too late to help our fellow Jews. Guess informing Mr. Kugler and Mr. Kleiman. One morning tect to look tlemen all to see, ion of t Annex. t ions. If only come back demanding to see t case, rouble! Fatied a card file for Margot and me and filled it are blank on one side. to become our reading file, in o note doe. Ive learned t;brot; and quot;coquette.quot; Ive bouge notebook for new words. tter and margarine. Eaco get tion on te. tribution is very unfair. t for everyone, give times more they do us. My parents are mucoo afraid of an argument to say anyt saste of their own medicine. Yours, Anne MARCH, 1943 thURSDAY, MARCh 4, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Mrs. van D. arted calling doesnt mean anyto you, so let me explain. A certain Mr. Beaverbrook often talks on t oo lenient bombardment of Germany. Mrs. van Daan, s everyone, including Cs, is in complete agreement h Mr. Beaverbrook. So it o tered by tion, o call her Mrs. Beaverbrook from now on. ere getting a neo Germany. ts bad for good for us because t be famtill afraid of the warehouse. Ganding again. t is doing a booming business. If uff ourselves silly. Our greengrocer buys potatoes from t;equot; and brings to te office. Since s were of coming during lunc. So muc t t s us ;a; Mrs. van D. sairs; one more sick. I dont t pectin and pepper. As long as youre in t make candy? A veritable torm of words came crashis morning. t my ears ;Annes bad t; annd quot;van Daans good t.quot; Fire and brimstone! Yours, Anne EDNESDAY, MARCh 10, 1943 Dearest Kitty, e circuit last nig, til daill gotten over my fear of planes and sing, and I crao Fat for comfort. I kno sounds c till it o you! t alist, practically burst into tears and said in a timid little voice, quot;Os so awful. O; -- w;Im so scared.¡± It didnt seem nearly as bad by candlelig did in to relig: to be no lig of macs ten times iaircraft guns. Mot of bed and, to Pims great annoyance, lit te anso ;After all, Anne is not an ex-soldier!quot; And t ! old you any of Mrs. van D.s ot to keep you up to date on test adventures in t Annex, I sell you this as well. One nig ssteps in ttic, and s t very same moment, tened pounding of alistic ;Oti!quot; sti is Mrs. van D.s pet name for ;t aken all our sausages and dried beans. And Peter? Oers still safe and sound in his bed?¡± quot;Im sure t stolen Peter. Stop being suc me get back to sleep!¡± Impossible. Mrs. van D. oo scared to sleep. A feire van Daan family er to ttic and -- scurry, scurry -- s! Once ic and never saed guests again. . . at least not at night. A fe y and still liger up to t to get some old nerapdoor to climb do do realizing it, , h his knees knocking, tting a rat isnt muc takes a c of your arm. Yours, Anne FRIDAY, MARCh 12, 1943 Dearest Kitty, May I introduce: Mama Frank, te! Extra butter for ters, todays yout, and Motion. After a skirmiswo, ss her way. One of tongue is spoiled. A feast for Mouschi and Boche. You met Boc, despite t t s into , bay in toreroom. ical name can easily be explained. For a s: one for ttic. time to time, tic cat imately tor, just as in politics. So t ;Boc; and ttic cat t;tommy.quot; Sometime after t t rid of tommy, but Boco amuse us wairs. VVeve eaten so many bro I cant stand to look at t t them makes me sick. Our evening serving of bread has been canceled. Daddy just said t in a very che poor man! I cant tear myself a the Door by Ina Bakker Boudier. tremely ten, but ts dealing ers and tion of very good. to be , ts dont interest me much. terrible bombing raids on Germany. Mr. van Daan is grouche cigarette sage. te about o start eating the canned food ended in our favor. I cant s, ical around tra o scrounge up somet. Its time to cut Fat I do suco anoter t nick en! Yours, Anne thURSDAY, MARCh 18, 1943 My dearest Kitty, turkeys entered t excitement. Anxiously aing radio reports. FRIDAY, MARCh 19, 1943 Dearest Kitty, In less t ment. turkey entered t. It minister talking about turkey giving up its neu trality sometime soon. ting quot;turkey on Englands side!quot; and tc of he encouraging rumor. tes are being declared invalid. tll be a bloo teers and ot even more to pe Ie in cant be accounted for. to turn in a to be able to state and provide proof. till be used to pay taxes, but only until next es time. Gies amp; Co. still ed-for to pay timated taxes for to be aboveboard. Dussel -operated dentists drill. t means Ill probably be getting a thorough checkup soon. Dussel is terribly lax o obeying t only does e letters to te, ty correspondence , tceacing tters for o keep up tice and Margot opped correcting tters, but I t be long before arts up again. talking to ened on t ic. tions and ans somethis: quot;My name is heinrich Scheppel.¡± quot;here were you wounded?¡± quot;Near Stalingrad.¡± quot; kind of ?¡± quot;tbitten feet and a fracture of t arm.¡± t report of t ster. One of sill he could barely say a word. I o drop Dussels soap on tep on it. Noo compensate s one bar of inferior ime soap a month. Yours, Anne thURSDAY, MARCh 25, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Mot and I ting quite pleasantly toget niger suddenly came in and ;a barrel falling over in t; and quot;someone fiddling he door.¡± Margot too, but rying to calm me dourned ed doairs. A minute or ter Mrs. van Daan came up from o told us t Pim o turn it off and tiptoe upstairs. But you knoo be quiet -- tairs creaked tes later Peter and Pim, to relate their experiences. tioned taircase and ed. Nothing happened. tairs, to kicking up a fuss and making a lot of noise. tiptoed in our stockinged feet to t floor. Mr. van D. o bed, so ime Mr. van D. coug. cougil someone came up idea of giving ely. Once again ed and ed, but o t taken to tsteps in an ot building. t te office ly grouped around tuned to England. If to notice it and call t up, pulled on and pants, put on and cautiously folloairs, er (armed o be on t be and me) ed in suspense until turned five minutes later and reported t tivity in t to run any er or flusoilet; but since everyones stomacension, you can imagine tencer hroom. Incidents like ters, and tion. Number one: tertoren bells stopped cing. Number t early last nig sure if ten to lock the door. But t tle importance no begun, and ill sure o expect. e t betered t our lives in jeopardy, and ten-ty, it, t seemed t a burglar would he evening, on treets. Besides t, it occurred to us t t t door migill work. ement and ts easy to mistake the sounds. Besides, your imagination often plays tricks on you in moments of danger. So to bed, t to sleep. Fat of t, and Im not exaggerating doairs to see if tside door ill locked, but all was well! Of course, ire office staff a blo of t, s muco laug ter took us seriously. Yours, Anne PS. toilet o stick in a long and straoilet paper terhe pole. SAtURDAY, MARCh 27, 1943 Dearest Kitty, eve finishand course and are now working on improving our speed. Arent ! Let me tell you more about my quot;time killersquot; (t I call my courses, because all ry to make t muco time erest is just a passing fancy, since teenager ion of myt! Mr. van Daan c, but o-do over it. ea, coats tincture of myrrum over , nose, gums and tongue. And to top it off, hes in a foul mood! Rauter, some German bigly gave a speec;All Je be out of territories before July 1. trec; these poor people are being so filtered cattle. But Ill say no more on t. My os give me nightmares! One good piece of ne t on fire in an act of sabotage. A feer ty Clerks Office also up in flames. Men posing as German police bound and gagged to destroy some important documents. Yours, Anne APRIL, 1943 thURSDAY, APRIL 1, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Im not really in te). On trary, today I can safely quote t; Misfortunes never come singly.¡± First, Mr. Kleiman, our merry suns of gastrointestinal erday and ay in bed for at least tell you t omace a bit, and to go to tal next week. o undergo surgery. Fourtries came from Frankfurt to discuss ta deliveries. Fatant points enougime to give Mr. Kugler a thor ough briefing. tlemen arrived from Frankfurt, and Fat t of alks ;If only I could be tairs,quot; he exclaimed. quot;Go lie doo t to te office, and youll be able to erday morning at ten-ty Margot and Pim (tter took up ts on talks finis Fato continue en ing campaign. o lie for able position. At ty me company. tion I suddenly fell asleep on t didnt dare touc s. I slept for a good art, ten every ant discussion. Luckily, Margot tention. Yours, Anne FRIDAY, APRIL 2, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Oem o my list of sins. Last niging for Fato tuck me in an say my prayers o t on my bed and asked very gently, quot;Anne, Daddy isnt ready. if I listen to your prayers tonight?¡± quot;No, Momsy,quot; I replied. Mot up, stood beside my bed for a moment and tourned, orted ;I dont to be angry make you love me!quot; A feears slid do the door. I lay still, t o reject I also kne I feel like it. It just doesnt sorry for Mot time in my life I noticed s indifferent to my coldness. I saalked about not being able to make me love s o tell trut trut sed me. Sactless comments and cruel jokes about matters I dont tive to any sign of love on . Just as my sinks every time I s sank wween us. S and didnt get any sleep. Fat me, and if o cross mine, I can read ;her so sad!¡± Everyone expects me to apologize, but t sometold truter Moto find out anyo be indifferent to Motears and Fat Ive al. I can only feel sorry for Moto figure out itude s, I will continue to remain silent and aloof, and I dont intend to sruts postponed, t o accept it w! Yours, Anne tUESDAY, APRIL 27, 1943 Dearest Kitty, till trembling from tereffects of t everyone else: Mother and Mrs. van D. terrific atmosp you t of scomings ensively aired. Our German visitors Saturday. tayed until six. e all sat upstairs, not daring to move an incep in te office. Ive got ants in my pants again from o sit still so long. Mr. Voskuijl alized, but Mr. Kleimans back at tomacopped bleeding sooner t normally does. old us t ty Clerks Office took an extra beating because tire building instead of just putting out t does my good! ton el royed. tis on top of tire corner of Vijzelstraat and Singel rikes on German cities is increasing daily. e s rest in ages, and I have bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. Our food is terrible. Breakfast consists of plain, unbuttered brea and ersatz coffee. For t tuce atoes t ten, sisaste. If youre trying to diet, to be! Upstairs tterly, but ts sucragedy. All tc or taking tion because of the invasion! Yours, Anne MAY, 1943 SAtURDAY, MAY 1, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Yesterday first ed as if to celebrate it, but tle kid. jequot; ter, cookies, lemonade, bread, cognac, spice cake, floing paper. s on a table and displayed t! You mustnt get t arving. e found bread, cs absolutely disgraceful t Dussel, ed ook in to save from destruction, suff give us anyter all, ingy to Mr. Kleiman, Mr. Voskuijl and Bep. give t Kleiman so badly needs for omac omach even more. tonig Ive already o gatimes. today I packed a suitcase l f;tuff Id need in case as M tly noted, quot;here would you go?¡± All of rikes. Martial la one less butter coupon. naughty children. I o use a very sticky liquid cleanser because t, Moms ime combing en teet. Yours, Anne SUNDAY, MAY 2, 1943 our lives o t o t in er on, when everyturned to normal, Ill probably ances, could ;sunkquot; so lo to manners, I mean. For example, table ever since less. I do my best to clean it, but since t into s of more s a task. ter long on t, is rationed and in s supply. Besides, its of sucy t its practically useless. Fatrousers, and ie is also sear. Mamas corset snapped today and is beyond repair, s too small, Mot s tire er, and mine are so small t even cover my stomac can be overcome, but I sometimes o Fato regain tion we he war? SUNDAY, MAY 2, 1943 ttitude of ts toleman insigo politics. Neverts ay il ts a very long time, and yet its possible to until t pain and sorro noto us and our time? No one! ts ation and e tension, as does fear -- for example, ;proclamationsquot; in t be forced to go into ime. talking about o knoo tion, but later on be astonis o take Je money, into tity papers. Mrs. van Daan. iful damsel (by ) it ting easier to obtain false IDs, sely proposed t , as if Father and Mr. van Daan were made of money. Mrs. van Daan is aling t ridiculous tti is often exasperated. But ts not surprising, because one day Kerli announces, quot;o izedquot;; and t, quot;As long as I can remember, Ive ed to go to Jerusalem. I only feel at her jews!¡± Pim is a big optimist, but he always has his reasons. Mr. Dussel makes up everyto contradict y ter t doesnt suit Anne Frank in t. t t matter. comes to politics, t. Actually, only t Madame van Daan and Dussel include themselves as well. tUESDAY, MAY 18, 1943 Dearest Kit, I recently nessed a fierce dogfigween German and Engliss. Unfortunately, a couple of Allied airmen o jump out of tting along t Dutc for te, and told ed of six men. t o deaty Police came to pick up ter paracing out of a flaming plane, how can anyone have such presence of mind? Alts undeniably , able peelings and garbage. e cant to tras see it. One small act of carelessness and were done for! All college students are being asked to sign an official statement to t t t;sympat; Eig o obey tates of t ty will be severe. Any student refusing to sign to a German labor camp. s to become of try if t to do hard labor in Germany? Last nig Mot t above our ten by Mouschis was followed by a loud boom, which sounded as if a firebomb ;Ligs!quot; I screamed. Pim sced to burst into flames any minute. Notairs to see ain our anding beside ayed upstairs to smoke a cigarette, and o bed. Less teen minutes later ting started again. Mrs. van D. sprang out of bed and doairs to Dussel s room to seek t so find ;Come into my bed, my child!¡± e burst into peals of laug away. Yours, Anne JUNE, 1943 SUNDAY, JUNE 13, 1943 Dearest Kitty, too nice to keep to myself. Since Pim es volunteered to translate it into Dutc done begins s and tinues: As youngest among us, but small no more, Your life can be trying, for we eacerrible bore. quot;eve got experience! take it from me!¡± quot;eve done this all before, you see. e knohe same.¡± Since time immemorial, alhe same. Ones o fluff, But everyone elses are uff: Faultfinding comes easy its s, try as t, to treat you h fairness, and kindness as well; Nitpickings a ts o dispel. Men youre living h old folks, all you can do Is put up s its true. tter, but do must go, For its meant to keep the peace, you know. t been in vain, Since ing time noes against your Brain. You read and study nearly all termined to che boredom away. t question, muco bear, Is quot; on earto wear? Ive got no more panties, my clotoo tig is a loinclot! to put on my s off my toes, Dh so many woes!¡± Margot rouble getting t about food to r out. But aside from t, dont you ts a good poem? For t, Ive been ts, including a big book on my favorite subject, Greek and Roman mythology. Nor can I complain about to t reserves. As t more than I deserve. Yours, Anne tUESDAY, JUNE 15, 1943 Dearest Kitty, I often tc and t youd just as soon ters. So Ill keep the news brief. Mr. Voskuijl operated on for er all. Once tors ing table and opened an operation less. So titc al for t told tly ore for him. ting at c e not being able to go out; ot en as I could and ake ters. No us knoer for us. Mr. Voskuijl est source of came to safety measures. e miss him very much. Next monts our turn to o ties. Mr. Kleiman o replace our beautiful cabinet radio. Its a pity urn in our big P o bring ties do;baby¡± radio upstairs. s a clandestine radio ine money? All over try people are trying to get tead of t;morale booster.quot; Its true: as ts from outside gros o lose and to keep telling ourselves, quot;Cs o get better!¡± Yours, Anne JULY, 1943 SUNDAY, JULY 11, 1943 Dear Kitty, to get back to t of ceentime), let me tell you t Im doing my best to be o do all I can to keep to a ligs not easy trying to be stand, especially . But I can see t a little s me a lot furtly en forget my role and find it impossible to curb my anger mont impertinent girl in t you to be pitied sometimes? Its a good t type, because t become sour and bad-tempered. I can usually see t its easier whe coals. Furter a great deal of t) to drop t, so t I ime for my ots, and second, because of my eyes. ts a sad story. Ive become very nearsighted and should have had glasses ages ago. (Ug I look like a dope!). But as you know, people in . . . Yesterday all anyone alk about ed I go to t his made my knees s no small matter. Going outside! Just t, reet! I cant imagine it. I rified at first, and t its not as simple as all t; ties o reac o carefully o set off immediately oime, Id taken my gray coat from t, but it looked as if it migo my little sister. e lo I still couldnt button it. Im really curious to see t a plan, because tis for a quot;quick finish.¡± Beps been giving Margot and me a lot of office o do. It makes us botant, and its a big o ters and make entries in a sales book, but h remarkable accuracy. Miep o carry so scrounge up vegetables, and turday. e long for Saturdays because t means books. ere like a bunctle kids . Ordinary people dont know o someone whos cooped up. Our only diversions are reading, studying and listening to the radio. Yours, Anne tUESDAY, JULY 13, 1943 t Little table Yesterday afternoon Fato ask Mr. Dussel o use table in our room ternoons a o five-ty. I already sit ty to four t of time table are off-limits to me. Its impossible to study next door in ternoon, because too mucimes likes to sit at ternoon. So it seemed like a reasonable request, and I asked Dussel very politely. do you tlemans reply ;No.quot; Just plain quot;No!¡± I about to let myself be put off like t. I asked he reason for ;No,quot; but t get me anyudy too, you kno do t in ternoons, I be able to fit it in at all. I o finisask Ive set for myself; ot in starting. Besides, you arent serious about your studies. Myt kind of ? Reading and knitting dont count eit table and Im not going to give it up!¡± I replied, quot;Mr. Dussel, I do take my study next door in ternoons, and I e it if you !¡± ed Anne turned around and pretended tor t t Dussel ainly Id been very polite. t evening, old my next step sention of giving up and preferred to deal ter myself. Pim gave me a rougo approac cautioned me to until t day, since I ed for Dussel after tting next door and t . I began, quot;Mr. Dussel, you seem to believe furtter is pointless, but I beg you to reconsider.¡± Dussel gave me c;Im alo discuss tter, even ts already been settled.¡± I on talking, despite Dussels repeated interruptions. came here,¡± I said, quot; to be so divide it fairly, youd ire morning and Id ire afternoon! Im not asking for t muc ternoons a o me.¡± Dussel leapt out of on a pin. quot;You alking about your rigo to go? Maybe I should ask Mr. van Daan to build me a cubbytic. Youre not t find a quiet place to , o o me , Id never even of refusing, but you. . .¡± And once again up t tting, and once again Anne ed. and let Dussel finish: quot;But no, its impossible to talk to you. Youre sered. No one else matters, as long as you get your er all is said and done, Ill be obliged to let you people saying later on t Anne Frank failed o relinquisable!¡± on and on until there was such a deluge of words I could hardly keep up. For one fleeting moment I t, quot;; But t moment I t, quot;Calm doting so upset about!¡± At long last Mr. Dussel s fury , and triump pockets bulging h food. I running over to Fated tire story, or at least ts been able to folloalk to Dussel t very same evening, and than half an hour. t discussed able, yes or no. Fat once before, at to contradict t of t t, even t t it I to talk as if ruder laying claim to everyt. But Fatested strongly, since ion back and fort;selfis; and my quot;busy; and Dussel grumbling time. Dussel finally o give in, and I ed tunity to interruption ternoons a speak to me for to five-ty -- all very childish, of course. Anyone ic at ty-four o change. FRIDAY, JULY 16, 1943 Dearest Kitty, t time a real one! Peter doo t seven, as usual, and noticed at once t bothe door ed to Pim, o te office, tuned to a German station and locked t back upstairs. In suc to o be quiet, to be dressed by eig to go to t; and as usual o tter. e so airs tire morning; Mr. Kleiman left us on tenteril eleven-ty. old t tside door and t ealing, tried t floor. tole tire allotment. It be easy to wangle new ones. Mr. Kugler to ttempt six o open all tside doors). tir, but to tement. Naturally, er and typeers ucked a. Yours, Anne PS. Landing in Sicily. Anotep closer to the . . . ! MONDAY, JULY 19,1943 Dearest Kitty, Norterdam deal of destruction. Entire streets are in ruins, and it ake a all two less wounded; tals are bursting at told of cs. It still makes me so tant drone t signified truction. FRIDAY, JULY 23, 1943 Bep is currently able to get ebooks, especially journals and ledgers, useful for my bookkeeping sister! Ot dont ask . At t t;No Coupons Needed!quot; Like everyt ration stamps, totally of t slant across t is t taking a course in calligrapo go a. Mot let me because of my eyes, but I ts silly. or somet all comes doo thing. Since youve never been tty, and since you knotle about life in e of my letters, let me tell you, just for fun, o do first side again. Margot and Mr. van Daan o t seeing te, and Moto visit Mr. Voskuijl, Peter o know wo begin. Most of all I long to o be able to move around freely and last. In oto go back to school! Bep o get us some fruit, at so-called bargain prices: grapes 2.50 guilders a pound, gooseberries 70 cents a pound, one peacs, melons 75 cents a pound. No e every evening in big, fat letters: quot;Keep Prices Down!¡± MONDAY, JULY 26, 1943 Dear Kitty, Yesterday umultuous day, and ill all ually, you may passes some kind of excitement. t off in t breakfast, but tention, because it only meant t t. I errible er breakfast and t to t around two. At ty Margot gatogetrooped back upstairs. None too soon, it seems, for less tes later t and stood in t falling. I c;escape bag,quot; more because I ed to o o ted to run a leave if reets as dangerous as getting cauger o ivity again. Peter emerged from post in t attic, Dussel remained in t office, Mrs. van D. felt safest in te office, Mr. van Daan c, and t to cside it looked as if ty hick fog. A big fire like t is not a pleasant sig fortunately for us it baCk to our various c as arting dinner: anot I lost my appetite t I he siren. Noty-five minutes later the all clear was sounded. After t;O; , quot;ts t; , quot;ts too many.quot; Little good t did us, because once agai time on ty. According to Britiss, Sc ime I kept t; comes, t.¡± I can assure you t o bed at nine, my legs ill s troke of midnig I took no notice and leapt up, t s. I stayed in Fatil one, in my oil one-ty, and two. But t on coming. At last topped firing and I o go back quot;; again. I finally fell asleep at two. Seven oclock. I aart and sat up in bed. Mr. van Daan her. My first t ;Everyt; I everytolen. But no, time it . e jumped for joy. After ts of yesterday, finally someto the war, hope for peace. Mr. Kugler dropped by and told us t t factory hard. Meano , and the last t to do is no Italy and t the year are keeping us awake. . Yours, Anne thURSDAY, JULY 29, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Mrs. van Daan, Dussel and I remely quiet. to notice, so in order to avoid any questions, I quickly racked my brains for a neutral topic. I t treet mig t I couldnt have been more wrong; if Mrs. van Daan doesnt jump do, Mr. Dussel does. It all boiled doo this: Mr. Dussel o Margot and me as an example of excellent ing. e t it t. ttle boy rayed as for t. . . tter. I mentioned someto t effect able tirade. quot;and t of a c so difficult [!]. But youre far too young to read a book like t. Even a ty-year-old man o compre.quot; (So to Margot and me?) Mrs. van D. and Dussel continued t;You knooo muc t supposed to. Youve been brouger on, o enjoy anyt ty years ago in some book. Youd better to catco be a disappointment to you. You already knoo kno in practice? ts anotory!¡± Can you imagine ? I astonis;You may t been raised properly, but many people would disagree!¡± tly believe t good crying to pit me against my parents, since ts all t telling a girl my age about gros is fine. e can all see w way. At t moment I could me. I o put up art counting the days. Mrs. van Daans a fine one to talk! Ss an example all right -- a bad one! So be exceedingly pusistical, cunning, calculating and perpetually dissatisfied. Add to t, vanity and coquettision about it: se an entire book about Madame van Daan, and o. Mrs. van D. is friendly to strangers, especially men, so its easy to make a mistake to know her. Mot Mrs. van D. is too stupid for t soo unimportant, Pim t soo ugly (literally and figuratively!), and after long observation (Im never prejudiced at to t ss more besides. Sraits, one of them? Yours, Anne P.S. ill take into consideration t tory ten before ters fury had cooled? AUGUST, 1943 tUESDAY, AUGUSt 3, 1943 Dearest Kitty, tical front. Italy Party. ting ts in many places -- even t. ry like t continue to England? Our beautiful radio aken a Mr. Kugler for turning it in on ted day. Dussel is slipping loimation, and ever politics, ory, geograp I it: ler terdam is bigger ts for not taking tunity to bomb Italy to smitc., etc. e just o grit my teetice being courageous. Mrs. van Daan, t;Let t; and quot;Better to end to end at all,quot; is t coo tears. Sed by ly declared a truce after a sentimental at t. Mousc, t ages as ages. ts getting taken test notice. Its making us all very jittery; e on our arms and legs or ots of our bodies, so gives us an excuse to take a better look at our arms or necks. But notle piff we can urn our he wayside long ago. Yours, Anne EDNESDAY, AUGUSt 4,1943 Dearest Kitty, No le over a year, you kno deal about our lives. Still, I cant possibly tell you everyts all so different compared to ordinary times and ordinary people. Neverto give you a closer look into our lives, from time to time Ill describe part of an ordinary day. Ill start . Nine in time alle and bustle. Ced, beds pulled out, blankets unfolded -- notays ime. I sleep on a small divan, longer. Comforter, ss, pillos: everyto be removed from Dussel s bed, during the day. In t room terrible creaking: ts Margots folding bed being set up. More blankets and pilloo make ts a bit more comfortable. Upstairs it sounds like t its only Mrs. van D.s bed being s t y, arrayed in , can sniff t air te little nostrils. Nine oclock. After Peters finiss my turn for to toe, and more often t I find a tiny flea floating in t monteeto bleachan half an hour. Nine-ty. I tty, ies, curlers and a ton in t of t in line invariably calls me back to remove t unsig Ive left in the sink. ten oclock. time to put up t screen and say good-nig fifteen minutes, at least, tairs neig al spat in bed, all is quiet. Eleven-ty. trip of ligo the room. Squeaking s, even larger t . . . Dussel is returning from ly le of paper (from tucking away in hroom. Approximately to get up to use tin can under my bed, underneat clatters into tainside. tty is returned to its place, and te nig causes Margot to exclaim every evening, quot;O indecent nig;) climbs back into bed. A certain somebody lies a fifteen minutes, listening to t. In t place, to airs, and to tairs, next door and in my room -- to tell , ted nine or ten times. tened profusely. ternated tle smacking sounds, folloossing and turning and rearranging ter five minutes of perfect quiet, ts itself times, after wo sleep for a while. Sometimes t, bet before it all of a sudden I find myself standing beside my bed, out of s. Occasionally Im dreaming so deeply (of irregular Frencairs) t I realize only ing opped and t Ive remained quietly in my room. But usually I door to Fat t described in thday poem: s rino out in t, to sige. . . Once Ive reac is over, except ra loud. Six forty-five. Brrring . . . ts s any , to or not. Creak. . . wham. . . Mrs. van D. turns it off. Screak . . . Mr. van D. gets up, puts on ter and races to throom. Seven-fifteen. to t last, I remove t screen . . . and a nehe Annex. Yours, Anne t 5, 1943 Dearest Kitty, today lets talk about the lunch break. Its ty. t, and Mr. de Kok have gone home for lunch. Upstairs you can iful and only rug. Margot tucks a fe; o be. Pim goes and sits in a corner ant companion, Dickens, in of peace and quiet. Motens upstairs to tle idy up bot time. ty-five. One by one trickle in: first Mr. Gies and times even Miep. One. Clustered around ten raptly to time t interrupt eac argue he speaker. One-fifteen. Food distribution. Everyone from doairs gets a cup of soup, plus dessert, if to be any. A contented Mr. Gies sits on t t at ate to let est be es test neo solid knock on t and in a bad mood or talkative and in a good mood. One forty-five. Everyone rises from table and goes about t and Moter for ttic, Fatoo, and Anne does her homework. comes next is test urbances. to judge by I dont look at ime ll be 4 P.M. and tic Dr. Dussel anding e ,late clearing off table. Yours, Anne SAtURDAY, AUGUSt 7, 1943 Dearest Kitty, A fearted ing a story, someto end, and Ive enjoyed it so muc ts of my pen are piling up. Yours, Anne MONDAY, AUGUSt 9, 1943 Dearest Kitty, e noinue ypical day in ts time to describe dinner. Mr. van Daan. Is served first, and takes a generous portion of wever he likes. Usually joins in tion, never fails to give o suggest ot up a good fig. . . but Id rat. Once youve seen it, you never to see it again. , about everyted, t its so no small degree. Madame. Actually, t to say noto read. If you analyze t t, but ty party! A fact everyone prefers to ignore. Even so, you could call igator. Stirring up trouble, nos irring up trouble bet and Mr. Frank aren t qwte as easy. But lets return to table. Mrs. van D. may t al enoug ts not t potatoes, tastiest morsel, tenderest bit of s Madames motto. turn, as long as I get t. (Exactly ening, it doesnt seem to occur to o ed. S t erest everyone. Smile coquettisend you knos sure to make a good impression. But if you take a better look, tisimes a cute face. ts Petronella van Daan. ttle. Young Mr. van Daan is usually quiet and ite is concerned, never gets full. Even after t substantial meal, en twice as much. Number four -- Margot. Eats like a bird and doesnt talk at all. Ss only vegetables and fruit. quot;Spoiled,quot; in t;too little exercise and fres; in ours. Beside y appetite, does alking. No one ts ture. Numbers six and seven. I say muc Fat modest person at table. o see he children. ed next to tle bundle of nerves. Dussel. and dont talk. And if you o say sometalk about food. t doesnt lead to quarrels, just to bragging. ions, and quot;noquot; is not part of he food is good or bad. Pants t come up to , a red jacket, black patent-leats ttle table, aludying and never progressing. terrupted only by ernoon nap, food and -- e spot -- times a day to be someone ing outside tiently from one foot to anotrying to in and barely managing. Does Dussel care? Not a een to seven-ty, from ty to one, from to teen, from four to four-fifteen, from six to six-fifteen, from eleven-ty to t your cimes for ;regular sessions.quot; es or lets side to open up before a disaster occurs. Number nine is not part of our Annex family, altable. ite. Se and isnt co please and t pleases us. Serized as follows: cheerful, good-humored, kind and willing. tUESDAY, AUGUSt 10, 1943 Dearest Kitty, . A nealk more to myself to tages. First, t o listen to my continuous cter, and second, I dont o get annoyed by t tupid but ots better to keep to myself. I apply tactic somet t of me, pretend its delicious, avoid looking at it as mucs gone before Ive ime to realize is. up in t, I leap out of bed, to myself, quot;Youll be slipping back under t; o take do screen, sniff at til I feel a bit of fresrip t as I can so I be tempted to get back in. Do you kno of t of living. Isnt t a funny expression? eve all been a little confused t ertoren bells ed off to be melted do time, eit or day. I still titute, made of tin or copper or some suco remind the clock. Every admiring glances at my feet, iful (for times like to snap tilts, and look even taller than I already am. Yesterday , Margot o peel potatoes for me (take ting o t nearly knocked me over, and let me run er to bat lump over my rigo make matters tle toe on my rig got stuck in t bled and , but my ots I let tupid of me, because noed toe. ape, I cant get my . Dussel us in danger for teentime. ually i-Mussolini tirade, ;You brutes!quot; and on dare t o ers. Yours, Anne A Daily Ctle Community: Peeling Potatoes! One person goes to get some ne for atoes; and ter. Mr. Dussel begins. al op, glancing left and rigo see if everyone is doing it t! quot;Look, Anne, I am taking peeler in my op to bottom! Nein, not so . . . but so!¡± quot;I t; I say tentatively. quot;But t ake from me. Of course, it is no matter, you do t.¡± e go on peeling. I glance at Dussel out of t in t, ), but says no more. I keep on peeling. t Fato Fatatoes is not a c precision oes, beans or vegetables, o be totally absorbed in ask. s on ato-peeling face, and in t particular urn out anytly peeled potato. I keep on ts all time I need. Mrs. van D. is trying to attract Dussels attention. Sarts by looking in ion, but Dussel pretends not to notice. S Dussel goes on peeling. S Dussel still doesnt look up. too, but Dussel pays them no mind. o aco cactics. t;Putti, on an apron? Oto spend all day tomorrorying to get ts out of your suit!¡± quot;Im not getting it dirty.¡± Anot;Putti, do;Im fine tanding up!¡± Silence. quot;Putti, look out, du spritzt sc;.* [*No Im being careful.¡± Mrs. van D. casts about for anotopic. quot;tell me, Putti, ish carrying out any bombing raids today?¡± quot;Because thers bad, Kerli!¡± quot;But yesterday it her.¡± quot;Lets drop t.¡± quot; a person talk about t or offer an opinion? quot;ell, w?¡± quot;O, Mammic;* [*Mommy] quot;Mr. Frank always answers his wife.¡± Mr. van D. is trying to control Mrs. van D.s not one to quit: quot;Oo be an invasion!¡± Mr. van D. turns , Mrs. van D. turns red, but s about to be deterred: quot;tis doing a thing!¡± ts. quot;And noter noc loud!quot;] Motifle a laugare straight ahead. Scenes like ted almost daily, unless t errible fig case, neither Mr. nor Mrs. van D. says a word. Its time for me to get some more potatoes. I go up to ttic, . notices it, and o tter. Peter she room. Freedom in ty. Beps arrival signals tly freedom. t going rigairs before t of us. t ss doating usually starts ;O; Bep me. Mrs. van D. doesnt miss a co make o must be one of to go up there. Five forty-five. Bep leaves. I go doo to tco te office and to to open t door for Mouschi. After a long tour of inspection, I odays mail. Peter picks up Bocypeers upstairs; Margot looks around for a quiet place to do s a kettle of er on tove; Motairs atoes; we all know our jobs. Soon Peter comes back from t question t. o t office to make o teel cabinet, takes out tarts to leave. At any rate, ts o do, but before s o sit under the desk. Peter looks all around ! o t by tail. Mouscer sig has he accomplished? Mouscting by t ers clutcer to lure akes t, follohe door closes. I cire scene the door. Mr. van Daan is angry and slams t and I exc o a rage again because of some blunder on Mr. Kuglers part, and ten all about t door. Anotep is oy, sniffs. . . coug. of luck -- it o t office. tains are open, at ing paper. h a scowl. Margot and I exc;One less page for tomorro; I . An eleps tread is airs Dussel, seeking comfort in e spot. e continue aps means dinnertime! MONDAY, AUGUSt 23, 1943 enn Die U . . .* [* rikes eig and Mot;S, Otto. Ss eigy. Come run ter anymore. alk softly!quot; A sample of o Fat troke of eigo be in ter, no flusoilet, no aff arrived, sounds travel more easily to the warehouse. tairs at eigy, and tle taps on t cereal. I clamber up tairs to get my doggie dish. Back doairs, everyto be done quickly, quickly: I comb my aty, s! triking eigy! Mrs. van D. coo -- a veritable C. ts . I to read or study and Margot does too. Fatto. Fatting (ionary, of course) on t even mattress. ters can be piled on top of eac;I dont need t; ;I can manage them!¡± Once arts reading, look up. ries to get Moto read a story. quot;I dont ime right now!¡± ed, but tinues to read. A little ;You o read ther!¡± Mots on tting or studying, o to forget, quot;Anne, remember to . . . Margot, jot this down. . . ¡° After a again. Margot slams ; Fats ration reappearing I at tarts cting ; and I get curious and listen too. Pim is drao tion . . . Nine oclock. Breakfast! SEPTEMBER, 1943 FRIDAY, SEPtEMBER 10, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Every time I e to you, somet rat. time, hing wonderful is going on. On ednesday, September 8, ening to t: quot; nealy ulated.quot; Italy ionally surrendered! tc from England began at eigeen ;Listeners, an een minutes ago, just as I finising my daily report, alys capitulation. I tell you, I never tossed my notes into tepaper basket today!¡± quot;God Save t; tional anternationale¡± cing being too optimistic. tisaly is occupied by truce ember 3, tisaly. ting and raving in all t treacalian king. Still, ts about Mr. Kleiman. As you kno t eat muc of ;ers a room, to s; Motly, and sely right. No seems o go to tal for a very difficult operation on omaco stay t least four off to do an errand. Yours, Anne tEMBER 16, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Relationsting ime. e dont dare open our mout mealtime (except to slip in a bite of food), because no matter o resent it or take it to visit us. Unfortunately, doing very any easier for titude seems to be: o die any must be like at the Voskuijls. Ive been taking valerian every day to figy and depression, but it doesnt stop me from being even more miserable t day. A good y laugter ten valerian drops, but forgotten o laugh. Sometimes Im afraid my face is going to sag my mouto permanently droop at t doing any better. Everyone terror knoer. Anot t doesnt exactly brig Mr. van Maaren, tting suspicious about t iced by no Miep sometimes says so to to ta supplies, while Mr. Kugler claims t belong to t all, but to t door. e care of tuation except t o be unreliable and to possess a y. one h a flimsy excuse. One day Mr. Kugler ed to be extra cautious, so at ty past t to tore around tes later airs like a to visit us. At one-fifteen arted to leave, but Bep met van Maaren was in t-face and stayed il one-ty. took off in ockinged feet (despite o t attic and doairaking one step at a time to avoid t took een minutes to negotiate tairs, but er ered from tside. In time, Bep ten rid of van Maaren and come to get Mr. Kugler from t and at t moment ill tiptoeing doairs. must t wting on side? he socks! Yours, Anne EDNESDAY, SEPtEMBER 29, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Its Mrs. van Daans birtion stamp eac and bread, all saff gave flowers and also food. Sucimes we live in! Bep last en times a day people ime insisting s a s all Mr. Kleiman is sick, t Miep is Bep roubles and a groucs no eted old if s dos would sheir own accord. Saturday the likes of which have never been seen here before. It started and tears. Dussel complained to Mot reated like a leper, t no one o , after all, done anyto deserve it. t of s talk, ime. Sold ed in , on more t annoyance. Dussel promised , as usual, we seen so much as a beam. trouble breell! Fating us: t and ot kind of bombs to burst no so involved in all these skirmishes! If only I could leave heyre driving us crazy! Yours, Anne OCTOBER, 1943 SUNDAY, OCtOBER 17, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Mr. Kleiman is back, t pale, and yet off to sell some clot is t Mr. van Daan of money. ill creating trouble for us: tolen. hief? But I alking about tage. Mrs. van D. s and s. Mr. van D.s suit is difficult to sell, and Peters bike on t is back again, since nobody ed it. But tory doesnt end to o part . In ts ridiculous. t it and ered t;o Puttiquot; and quot;darling Kerliquot; stage of reconciliation. My mind boggles at ty to endure in t montogeto resolve anote problem. Mot up c complains of sleep, Mrs. van D. frets and fumes all day long, and Ive gone completely round to tell you trutimes forget . to take my mind off it is to study, and Ive been doing a lot of t lately. Yours, Anne FRIDAY, OCtOBER 29,1943 My dearest Kitty, Mr. Kleiman is out again; omac give s peace. even knoopped bleeding. o tell us feeling well and ime he seemed really down. Mr. and Mrs. van D. tles. ted to sell an overcoat and a suit of Mr. van D. s, but o find any buyers. oo high. Some time ago Mr. Kleiman alking about a furrier . Its made of rabbit skin, and s for seventeen years. Mrs. van D. got 325 guilders for it, an enormous amount. Sed to keep to buy neer t took some doing before Mr. van D. could make and t it ely needed to cover household expenses. You cant imagine ting, stamping of feet and s on. It errifying. My family stood s breat ttom of tairs, in case it migo drag t. All tears and nervous tension ress and strain t I fall into my bed at nigars t I o myself. Im doing fine, except Ive got no appetite. I keep ;Goodness, you look a; I must admit t to keep me in condition: trose, cod-liver oil, bre and calcium. My nerves often get tter of me, especially on Sundays; ts o me as if it o drag me into t regions of t times like t dont matter to me in t. I o room, climb up and doairs and feel like a songbird ts dark cage. quot;Let me out, ; a voice even boto reply anymore, but lie doerrible fear go by more quickly, ime, since its impossible to kill it. Yours, Anne NOVEMBER, 1943 EDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 1943 Dearest Kitty, to take our minds off matters as o develop talog from a correspondence sc pored times finding anyto . Fato satisfy and decided to e and ask for a trial lesson in quot;Elementary Latin.quot; No sooner said t set to ically and decided to take te ts mucoo o learn Latin. to give me a ne as testament. quot;Are you planning to give Anne a Bible for ; Margot asked, someurbed. quot;Yes. . . ell, maybe St. Nicter occasion,quot; Father replied. Jesus and exactly go together. Since to take an old bruso t. ts on, toves burning, and t t;ts sure to be a problem,quot; I t to myself t time. quot;to be complaints.quot; I in dictionary , and rim grumbled t t look any different anyhanks for my pains. eve decided t from noove is going to be lit at seven-ty on Sunday mornings instead of five-ty. I ts risky. hink of our smoking chimney? Its tains. Ever since into acked firmly to times one of tlemen cant resist to peek outside. t: a storm of reproac;Oice.quot; ts of carelessness begins and ends. No one ice, no one of attention. Easy to say, but is it true? At t, tempestuous quarrels ill at loggeralking about Mrs. van D., old batquot; or quot;t stupid ; and conversely, Mrs. van D. refers to our ever so learned gentleman as an quot;old maidquot; or a quot;toucic spinster, etc. t calling ttle black! Yours, Anne MONDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 8,1943 Dearest Kitty, If you o read all my letters in one sitting, youd be struck by t t tten in a variety of moods. It annoys me to be so dependent on t Im not t to to rearrange my ts before I can mingle trange. As you can see, Im currently in t really tell you it off, but I t stems from my co every turn. till antly turned omac beat wildly -- and all because I was afraid. At nig Fatreets, or t to take us aion. I see everyt ually taking place. And to t might all happen soon! Miep often says s may be true, but s t our fear. I simply cant imagine talk about quot;after t; but its as if I alking about a castle in t can Ii never come true. I see t of us in tcly round spot on ill safe, but tigige searc o eac ting doy up above. In time, off by t looms before us like an impenetrable rying to crus not yet able to. I can only cry out and implore, quot;O us out!¡± Yours, Anne thURSDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1943 Dearest Kitty, I itle for ter: Ode to My Fountain Pen In Memoriam My fountain pen prized possessions; I valued it e neatly eresting fountain-pen life, which I will summarize below. ain pen (packed in cotton) arrived as a quot;sample of no commercial valuequot; all the kindly donor) used to live. I lay in bed ment ain pen came in a red leat to my girlfriends t c. Me, Anne Frank, tain pen. en, I o take to sco my surprise, teac me e . reasure o be tucked aeaco use only scs. arted at tain pen also een, tain pen o togetless diaries and compositions. Id turned fourteen and my fountain pen year of its life h me when . . . It after five on Friday afternoon. I came out of my room and to sit do table to e o make room for Margot and Fated to practice tin. tain pen remained unused on table, iny corner of table, o tate. At a quarter to six I s t into a neten beans, and tossed it into tove. A giant flame s up, and I t it tove, breath, had made such a miraculous recovery. All again. tin students , and I sat do table to pick up no matter ook anot looked, Mother looked, Dussel looked. But it had vanished. quot;Maybe it fell in tove, along ; Margot suggested. quot;No, it couldnt ; I replied. But t evening, ill turned up, fears day o empty tove and discovered to fasten it to a pocket, among t a trace of t. quot;It must ed into stone,quot; Fatured. Im left ion, small t may be: my fountain pen ed, just as I o be someday! Yours, Anne EDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Recent events s foundations. Oo an outbreak of dip Beps, s be alloo come in contact h us for six weeks. it , not to mention ill in bed and en not gruel for to his neck in work. Margot sends in lessons to a teacs and turns them. Sered under Beps name. teacty too. I bet o student. Dussel is in a turmoil and knoairs; excher Mr. or Mrs. van Daan. e all noticed it. t on for a feook tunity to ed t treatment and ention of breaking it. I s yesterday anniversary of in Mrs. van Daan, e for weeks and made no bones about t t s Dussel sreat us to dinner, received notead of making use of tunity to t time -- for unselfisaking utter a eentulations or my condolences, eit soever, and tuation finally ended in a draw. I can say exaggeration t Dussel ely got a screen laugo ourselves because rying to pass on t s garbled in transmission. Furtion o keep. quot;Der Mann einen grossen Geist Una ist so klein van taten!quot;* [*A well-known expression: quot;t of t, how puny are his deeds.¡± Yours, Anne SAtURDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Last nig as I was falling asleep, hanneli suddenly appeared before me. I sa I could read them: quot;Oed me? his hell!¡± And I cant and by and cher people suffer and die. All I can do is pray to God to bring o us. I saure enougo understand it o must rying to take aanding, but t selfishly wrapped up again in my own problems and pleasures. It o treat c as I am, maybe even more so, and soo ed to do . But to live, ween us? ? to be , I t of least a year. I forgotten irely, and yet it until I sa of all her suffering. O if you live to turn to us, Ill be able to take you in and make up for the wrong Ive done you. But even if I ion to need it more t shes feeling? Merciful God, comfort at least s be alone. Oell might help her go on. Ive got to stop d get me any. I never took trouble to ask. ake you aoo late. I cant Ill never forget her again and Ill always pray for her! Yours, Anne DECEMBER, 1943 MONDAY, DECEMBER 6, 1943 Dearest Kitty, t got to St. Nic back to last years festively decorated basket. More t it errible to skip a celebration ter long deliberation, I finally came up ed rim, and a to ing a verse for each person. Sunday evening at a quarter to eigrooped upstairs carrying t, outs and boop e attached. Everyone t. I removed te and read it aloud: quot;Once again St. Nico our hideaway; It be quite as Jun, I fear, As t year. to doubt t optimism , And by time this year came round, ed all be free, and s* and sound. Still, lets not Jorget its St. Nic to give away. ell o find someto do: So everyone please look in their shoe!¡± As eacook t of t, ter. Inside eactle o its owner. Yours, Anne Dearest Kitty, A bad case of flu ed me from ing to you until today. Being sick o duck under t -- once, times -- and try to keep from coughing anymore. Most of time tickle refused to go a dizzy just t all ted to: sing out team treatment, compresses, dry compresses, drinks, s, lying still, ing pad, -er bottles, lemonade and, every tter? t part or and lay to listen to t only did ickle, but I to scy years ago and does ? After all, my boyfriend! For t matter, be able to tell a hy one. o , since enoug my illness. Im fit as a fiddle again. Ive gro itco get back to my books. Ausna ting on oget probably last long. t been suc in t least six months. Bep is still in isolation, but any day noagious. For Cmas, ting extra cooking oil, candy and molasses. For hanukkah, Mr. Dussel gave Mrs. van Daan and Motiful cake, op of all to do! Margot and I received a brooc of a penny, all brig really describe it, but its lovely. I also mas present for Miep and Bep. For a o made. t, tove stinks, and tomacy of rumbles. t an impasse, spirits are low. Yours, Anne FRIDAY, DECEMBER 24, 1943 Dear Kitty, As Ive ten you many times before, moods endency to affect us quite a bit s been getting ely. quot;ode betrubtquot;* [* A famous line from Goet;On top of t;] certainly applies to me. Im quot;on top of t; e o ot;in t; Jopies rips, scernoon teas h friends. I dont t I long to ime for once and to laug s. ere stuck in ter and tmas and Neing t makes me seem so ungrateful, but I cant keep everyto myself, so Ill repeat t;Paper is more patient than people.¡± side, s to keep from t;o breat; I cant do t -- on trary, I o a bold face on t ts keep coming any just once, but over and over. Believe me, if youve been s up for a year and a can get to be too mucimes. But feelings cant be ignored, no matter or ungrateful to ride a bike, dance, t Im free, and yet I cant let it s imagine o feel sorry for ourselves or ent clearly visible on our faces. get us? I sometimes and itude and not kno be able to talk about it art to cry. Crying can bring relief, as long as you dont cry alone. Despite all my ts, I miss -- every day and every ands me. ts o be to my cer on. t take everytoo seriously, but difficult to describe t; says it all. Do you knoo give me t sounds like quot;Mom,quot; I often call ; Momsy.quot; Sometimes I sen it to quot;Momsquot;; an imperfect quot;Mom.quot; I ; Its a good t realize t would only make her unhappy. ell, ts enoug. My ing from quot;ths of despair.¡± Yours, Anne Its ter Cmas, and I cant Pim and tory old me time last year. I didnt understand t up again, I migo sood w ! I told me because ;intimate secretsquot; of so many oto express alks about t fool me into tten t girl. s made ing, since blind to Mots. I o be a little like o go t he has! Anne MONDAY, DECEMBER 27, 1943 Friday evening, for t time in my life, I received a Cmas present. Mr. Kleiman, Mr. Kugler and tmas cake ;Peace 1944quot; ten on top, and Bep provided a batc o preandards. t for Peter, Margot and me, and a bottle of beer for eacs. And once again everytty pictures glued to t, the holidays passed by quickly for us. Anne EDNESDAY, DECEMBER 29, 1943 I nigo me once more. Grandma, o Grandma. tle ood erest sook in everyt concerned us. And to t all t time serrible secret. * [*Annes grandmoterminally ill.] Grandma was always so loyal and good. S any of us down. ever ter uck up for me. Grandma, did you love me, or did you not understand me eit know. e of us. You can be lonely even bdquot;dIquot; any 0 y s one an only. And ill alive? s sco us. my fate migen miserable about w goes on here? S I be ented and glad, except to scream in terror? Because, in spite of everytill dont deserve, and yet eacakes! t to tears; in fact, you could spend t you can do is pray for God to perform a miracle and save at least some of t! Anne thURSDAY, DECEMBER 30, 1943 Dearest Kitty, Since t raging quarrels, ttled do;upstairs,quot; but also betatoes in ter in t of us didnt agree atoes as seems ts and oils arent being doled out fairly, and Moto o put a stop to it. Ill let you knoeresting developments. For t feting up t (t, ours ), t it, ), tatoes (t), tras and noatoes too. If only up completely! Yours, Anne P.S. Bep ure postcard of tire Royal Family copied for me. Juliana looks very young, and so does ttle girls are adorable. It you think? JANUARY, 1944 SUNDAY, JANUARY 2, 1944 Dearest Kitty, to do, I leafed the pages of my diary and came across so many letters dealing of quot;Mot; in sucrong terms t I ;Anne, is t really you talking about e? Oh, Anne, how could you?¡± I continued to sit e t I o confide it all to you. I tried to understand t year and make apologies for ions and dont attempt to explain ed t be clear. I ill do) from moods t kept my er (figuratively speaking) and alloo see tive, calmly considering emperament, or offended -- ing as they would have done. I of no one but myself and calmly e do means a great deal to me, but I could easily e quot;over and done ; on many of its pages. I Motill am a lot of time). Its true, s understand me, but I didnt understand ender and affectionate, but because of t situations I put ances in and h me. I ook it far too muco and and beastly to urn, made in a vicious circle of unpleasantness and sorro a very at least its coming to an end. I didnt to see very sorry for myself, but ts understandable too. t outbursts on paper are simply expressions of anger t, in normal life, I could amping my foot a feimes or calling Mother names behind her back. tearfully passing judgment on Mot steadier. Most of time I manage to ongue o be getting along better. But t do, and ts to love Motion of a child. I soot t its better for unkind o be doo o carry t. Yours, Anne thURSDAY, JANUARY 6, 1944 Dearest Kitty, today I o confess. Its going to take a long time, but I o tell to someone, and youre t likely candidate, since I kno, no matter w happens. t is about Motly complained about ried my best to be nice. Ive suddenly realized sers. ts all very nice, of course, except t a friend cant take to set a good example and be a person I can respect, but in most matters s not to do. I Margot tly about t so understand told you. And Fations o do her. I imagine a mot and foremost, possesses a great deal of tact, especially to because of othings. trivial, but t Ive never forgiven o go to tist. Mot planned to go ake my bicycle. ist and Motly informed me t too buy or look at somet remember ed to go along. But t come because I ears of rage ruso my eyes, and Margot and Mot me. I I stuck my tongue out at t treet. A little old lady o be passing by, and serribly s rangely enougimes, ticular ill stings whink of how angry I was. I find it difficult to confess ts about myself. Im not prudisty, and yet every time t of trips to the baten do, my w. Yesterday I read an article on bluser. It ly to me. Not t I blus t of ticle did apply. s during puberty girls o t taking place in t too, embarrassment over Margot, Mot is a lot s s in t embarrassed. I t just mean taking place on tside of my body, but also to talk about to myself. my period (and ts only been times), I in spite of all t and mess, Im carrying around a s secret. So even ts a nuisance, in a certain o time inside me once again. Sis er also es t girls my age feel very insecure about t beginning to discover t ts and s. Id just turned teen ed t myself and realized t Ive become an quot;independent personquot; sooner t girls. Sometimes o toucs and listen to t, steady beating of my . Unconsciously, I at Jacques, I could no longer restrain my curiosity about oucs. Jacque refused. I also errible desire to kiss ime I see a female nude, suc ory book, I go into ecstasy. Sometimes I find te I o struggle to ears. If only I had a girlfriend! thURSDAY, JANUARY 6, 1944 Dearest Kitty, My longing for someone to talk to I someook it into my o select Peter for to Peters room during t it Peters too polite to so stay long. Ive alo linger in alking icing, and yesterday I got my cer, you see, is currently going t do anytting across from eac able, Peter on the divan. It gave me a ts, and in ainty as to o be time a flicker of awareness of y. I saw ed. I ed to say, quot;tell me about yourself. Look beneatty exterior.quot; But I found t it o tions to ask them. to a close, and not t I told ticle on blus e you, of course, just t older. ¡° t nig, all t I o beg Peter for favors ing. But people anyto satisfy take me, for example, Ive made up my mind to visit Peter more often and, some o talk to me. You mustnt ter, because Im not. If ter instead of a son, Id ried to make friends h her. t before seven and immediately remembered . I ting on a cer. . . Peter Sc a book of dra t all -- t on. Peters eyes suddenly met mine, and I stared for a long time into ty broly, quot;If Id only kno; I turned abruptly aion. And t a soft, ole c mine, and it felt so good, so good . . . At t point I ill feeling mine and aring deep into my , so deep t ill do. Again my eyes filled ears, and I at time glad because I kneainty t Peter is still the only one for me. Its funny, but I often I sa I could even make out , crinkly velvet. Anotime Grandma appeared to me as a guardian angel. After t it o me t of Je whose in need. And noer, my dearest Peter. Ive never al image of need a pograph, I can see him oh so well. Yours, Anne FRIDAY, ]ANUARY 7, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Im suc. I forgot t I yet told you tory of my one true love. tle girl, en, I took a liking to Sally Kimmel. . One of Sallys cousins urned out to look like a movie idol and aroused more admiration t, comical, cime every aside from t, my love ed until Peter crossed my pat-and-out crusoo, and ton suit and me in a s summer dress. At tion to t t ter all, good-looking and slender, and intelligent face. iful bro his smile, which made him look so boyish and mischievous. Id gone ao tryside during summer vacation, and ly told a kid, because Peter stopped seeing me. I loved I didnt to face trut clinging to il t if I continued to cer him, people would say I was boy-crazy. t by. Peter o say o me. I started sc t and felt tentions, but t er on, errible crus as Ive already told you, I never fell in love again. t;time ; ts old myself Id forgotten Peter and no longer liked . But my memories of rong t I o admit to myself t t I nothing has changed; on trary, as Ive groure, my love and no Peter t I still s to tten me completely. I sa no one but Peter could uck in my mind t way. Ive been in an utter state of confusion today. ed to s, quot;Oer!quot; Ive been tantly, and all day long Ive been repeating to myself, quot;Oel, my darling, darling Petel . . .¡± o go on living and praying to God t, if out of ers pato my eyes, read t;Oo you long ago.¡± Once sex, oo young to understand t kind of desire. But I t I did understand it, and noo me noel! I sa looked so different. My eyes er. I looked t tely faded from my lips. Im not els not t I can still feel iful eyes gazing at me and c mine. . . Oel, Petel, o free myself from your image? ouldnt anyone itute? I love you, t it simply couldnt keep gro o leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude. A ; likely to marry?quot; Id ;Sally, since he makes me feel good, peaceful and safe!quot; But no;Petel, because I love and all my soul. I surrender myself completely!quot; Except for t one touc ts as far as it goes. t attic el, sitting on ter talking for a s later I felt el, come to me. t Petel! EDNESDAY, JANUARY 12, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Beps been back for t ter be allo scil next for t stomachs. Im currently going t craze and am diligently practicing my dance steps every evening. Ive made an ultramodern dance costume out of a lacy lavender slip belonging to Momsy. Bias tape is top and tied just above t. A pink corded ribbon completes tried to turn my tennis so ballet slippers, but iff limbs are o becoming as limber as to be. A terrific exercise is to sit on to sit on a cusakes a beating. Everyone it remely good because it describes a number of adolescent problems. I t to myself, a bit ironically, quot; you take more interest in your os first!¡± I t Margot and I ter relationss t no mot er in mind, since I dont believe Margot s as I do. Far be it from me to point out to Mot one of ers is not at all everyt Margot loves s going through a phase. Margots gotten muc different to be. S nearly as catty tde kid . Its funny, but I can sometimes see myself as otake a leisurely look at t;Anne Frankquot; and broranger. Before I came t t I didnt belong to Momsy, Pim and Margot and t I sider. I sometimes around for six mont a time pretending I im, e. After t Id force myself to be friendly for a eps on tairs, I o say good morning. Id greet o ionate glance. But t me for or oto scely discouraged. On telling myself t ss, cting nineteen to til ts of t times Id decide to stay angry, but to talk about after sc Id forget my resolution and Moto stop eps on tairs and felt lonely and cried into my pillo. Everytten muc you already kne. Noo er. I fondle my pendant, press it to my lips and t; do I care! Petel is mine and nobody kno!quot; ity remark. t so muceenage girl? SAtURDAY, JANUARY 15, 1944 My dearest Kitty, to go on describing all our quarrels and arguments doo t detail. Its enougo tell you t and fats and oils and are frying our oatoes. Recently ing a little extra rye bread because by four oclock were so hungry for dinner we can barely control our rumbling stomachs. Motra sugar from Mr. Kugler, he van Daans, because Mrs. van D. didnt receive any on of boring you eful conversations and tears whey bore us even more? Mot likely to come true any time soon: not to o see Mr. van Daans face for t odds s. Or roke of bad luck? At mealtime, er of t and leaves t of us to do , I lose my appetite and feel like jumping to my feet, knocking the door. Are most people so stingy and selfis into ure since I came Ive . Peter says the same. to go on despite our quarrels and our longing for freedom and fresry to make t of our stay here. Im preac I also believe t if I live urn into a dried-up old beanstalk. And all I really is to be an -to-goodness teenager! Yours, Anne EDNESDAY EVENING, JANUARY 19, 1944 Dearest Kitty, I (t knoicing Peter again last nig rate mine, but t quite as beautiful as t. You kno I alo be jealous of Margots relationsher. t a trace of my jealousy left noill feel o t;I cant blame you for being talk so muc ts, but you dont kno t t; I long for more tion, more t it ao be so preoccupied I, o be good and kind, forgive t? I forgive Motoo, but every time sic remark or laug me, its all I can do to control myself. I know Im far from being w I should; will I ever be? Anne Frank P.S. Fatold you about ty, from t at t t. SAtURDAY, JANUARY 22, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Can you tell me le trust in one anot be a reason, but sometimes I ts you cant ever confide in anyone, not even t to you. It seems as if Ive gro I dream, as if Ive become more independent. Youll be amazed even my attitude toopped looking at all ts from my familys biased point of vie, if sions. Mrs. van Daan is by no means a s could been so o deal ime t onto a tricky subject. Mrs. van Daan does , talk to ingy and under s provoke actic doesnt ime, but if youre patient, you can keep trying and see . All ts about our upbringing, about not pampering c t everytely everyt aken a different turn if erms instead of al side. I knoly o say, Kitty. quot;But, Anne, are to put up airs? From you, wices?¡± And yet t to take a fres t just ape my parents, as in t;tree.quot; I to reexamine ts true and of proportion. If I ed in t if not, I can try to ctitude. And if t doesnt ick . Ill take every opportunity to speak openly to Mrs. van D. about our many differences and not be afraid -- despite my reputation as a smart aleck -- to offer my impartial opinion. I say anytive about my o doesnt mean I defend today, my gossiping is a t. Up to noely convinced t tirely to blame for t no ter intelligent people (suc into o deal hers. I at least a touc insig Ill find an occasion to put it to good use. Yours, Anne MONDAY, JANUARY 24, 1944 Dearest Kitty, A very strange to me. (Actually, quot;; isnt quite t word.) Before I came scalked about sex, tive or disgusting. Any in ten laug. t struck me as odd, and I often t. But because I couldnt ctle as possible or asked my girlfriends for information. After Id learned quite a lot, Moto me, quot;Anne, let me give you some good advice. Never discuss t up, dont anshem.¡± I still remember my exact reply. quot;No, of course not,quot; I exclaimed. quot;Imagine!quot; And nothing more was said. into en told me about t from books or tions. Peter van Daan ever as obnoxious about t as t sc once or t trying to get me to talk. Mrs. van Daan once told us sters er, and as far as sly s even know er knew or w ion. Yesterday, er and I atoes, tion someurned to Boc;ere still not sure w; I asked. Yes .¡± I began to laug;Some tomcat if .¡± Peter and Margot joined in ter. You see, a monter informed us t Boco tens before long, because omac tummy turned out to be due to a buncolen bones. No kittens o be born. Peter felt called upon to defend my accusation. quot;Come one day, and I could definitely see it was a he. ¡° Unable to restrain my curiosity, I o t receiving visitors at t . e ed for a cold, back upstairs. Later t afternoon I er go doairs for time. I mustered to able, playing er, o put he scale and weigh him. quot; to ; it any preliminaries, , turned ly he lesson. quot;tray s his backside.¡± t flipped ood up on tle . If any oted out t;male sexual organquot; to me, I er on talking in a normal voice about . Nor did erior motives. By time so muc ease t I started acting normally too. e played ime, cted a bit and finally sauntered to t;ere you there when Mouschi was fixed?¡± quot;Yea doesnt take long. t an anestic, of course.¡± quot;Do take somet?¡± quot;No, t just snips tube. to see on tside.¡± I o get up my nerve to ask a question, since it as quot;normalquot; as I t. quot;Peter, tsteil means sexual organ, doesnt it? But t names.¡± quot;I kno.¡± quot;t I kno I dont knos called in males.¡± quot;O; I said. quot;o kno of time you just come across t.¡± quot;? Ill ask my parents. theyve had more experience.¡± e airs, so nothing more was said. Yes, it really did alked to a girl about tone of voice. Im also certain t t w boys. All t exactly my usual self for t of t back to our talk, it struck me as odd. But Ive learned at least one te sex, cracking jokes. Is Peter really going to ask s a lot of questions? Is erday? O do I know?!!! Yours, Anne FRIDAY, JANUARY 28, 1944 Dearest Kitty, In recent liking for family trees and tables of royal families. Ive come to t once you begin your searco keep digging deeper and deeper into t, eresting discoveries. Altremely diligent o my scty mucill spend many of my Sundays sorting out and looking over my movie-star collection, able size. Mr. Kugler makes me er magazine. ten refer to te of money, yet to be surprised at ely I can list tors in any given movie, even after a year. Bep, o tells me on Saturday to see, and I to rattle off tors and actresses and tly remarked ; t I need to go to ter on, because ! I knos, tars and t. yle, I I can read tar Im trying to imitate. My reply, t its my oion, is greeted icism. As for t doesnt s set for ~ more t time Im so sick and tired i of t I race to tore my o its normal mass of curls. Yours, Anne FRIDAY, JANUARY 28, 1944 Dearest Kitty, t like a coil youre so fed up onous fare t you yaly wishing new. Sorry, I kno dull as ditcer, but imagine ired I am of uff. If talk at mealtime isnt about politics or good food, trot out stories about t beautiful racetes extensive s, boys ened patients. It all boils doo t of us opens ory for gets told, so t is left to laugco times t in our imaginations tely no c up for discussion in the Annex. Still, all t be bearable if only t in t of repeating tories I often o pincable to keep myself from setting tic storyteller on t track. Little c never, ever correct tter en t tions run ahem. Jan and Mr. Kleiman love talking about people uation and t ruly sympated as he joy of prisoners whove been freed. Going underground or into ine as t used to a ter a long day at ance groups, suc forge identity cards, provide financial support to tians ws amazing hese generous and unselfish people do, risking to hers. t example of to pull us to se of trying to protect. Never tered a single t be, never oo mucrouble. tairs every day and talk to t business and politics, to t food and ime difficulties and to t books and ne on t cs for birto do hey can. ts somet; ts and affection. t bizarre stories are making t most of true. For instance, Mr. Kleiman reported t a soccer matceam consisted entirely of men ion cards were issued. In order for to get tions (you o so obtain your ration book or else pay 60 guilders a book), trar asked all t district to pick up t a specified s could be collected at a separate table. All to be careful t stunts like t reache Germans. Yours, Anne SUNDAY, JANUARY 30, 1944 My dearest Kit, Anot mind t theyre boring enough. I still gone to t, but maybe sometime soon. Last nig doairs in ter s before. I stood at top of tairs count on ot. My fear vanished. I looked up at trusted in God. I ense need to be alone. Faticed Im not my usual self, but I cant tell s bot to do is scream quot;Let me be, leave me alone!¡± alone more than Id like! Anne Frank FEBRUARY, 1944 thURSDAY, FEBRUARY 3, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Invasion fever is mounting daily t try. If you ions, t laug all t may all be for nothing! tatements as: quot;In t of a Britis to defend try, even flooding it, if necessary.quot; tential flood areas marked. Since large portions of Amsterdam ion reets rose to above our s. tricky question elicited a variety of responses: quot;Itll be impossible to er.¡± quot;Dont be silly. ell o try and s on our bats and caps and ser as much as we can, so nobody can see were Jews.¡± quot;O imagine ts biting their legs!¡± (t was a man, of course; well see w!) quot;e even be able to leave table itll collapse if theres a flood.¡± quot;Listen, everyone, all joking aside, ry and get a boat.¡± quot;ter idea. e can eacake a packing crate from ttic and roh a wooden spoon.¡± quot;Im going to ilts. I used to be a w; quot;Jan Gies need to. ilts.¡± So no you, Kit? ted banter is all very amusing, but reality ion about to arise: erdam? quot;Leave ty along hers. Disguise ourselves as well as we can.¡± quot;ever go outside! t to do is to stay put! tire population of o Germany, wheyll all die.¡± quot;Of course ay place. ell try to talk Kleiman and o coming o live s ask Miep and Kleiman to bring some blankets, just in case. And ra cereal grains to supplement ty-five pounds o find some more beans. At t about sixty-five pounds of beans and ten pounds of split peas. And dont forget ty cans of vegetables.¡± quot; about t, Motest figures. , quot;ten cans of fisy cans of milk, ty pounds of potles of oil, four crocks of butter, four jars of meat, tray jars of tomatoes, ten pounds of oatmeal, nine pounds of rice. ts it.¡± Our provisions are fairly o feed taff, ock every s not as muc seems. e oo. quot;Lets all make little moneybags to ake our money o leave here.¡± quot;e can make lists of o take first in case , and pack our knapsacks in advance.quot; quot;ime comes, t, one in t at t of the back.¡± quot;s t any er, gas or electricity?¡± quot;ell o cook on tove. Filter ter and boil it. e ser. e can also store er in ttles ub.¡± quot;Besides, ill ter potatoes in toreroom.¡± All day long ts all I invasion. Arguments about going inguisity cards, poison gas, etc., etc. Not exactly cheerful. A good example of t ingent is tion h Jan: Annex: quot;ere afraid t , take tire population hem.¡± Jan: quot;ts impossible. t got enougrains.¡± Annex: quot;trains? Do you really t civilians on trains? Absolutely not. Everyone ; (Or, as Dussel alolorum.) Jan: quot;I cant believe t. Youre al reason o round up all take them along?¡± Annex: quot;Dont you remember Goebbels saying t if to go, to all territories behem?¡± Jan: quot;t of things.¡± Annex: quot;Do you too noble or o do it? th us.¡± Jan: quot;You can say dont believe Annex: quot;Its alory. No one s to see til its staring the face.¡± Jan: quot;But you dont kno making an assumption.¡± Annex: quot;Because all ourselves, First in Germany and t do you thinks happening in Russia?¡± Jan: quot;You s include t ts going on in Russia. tising for propaganda purposes, just like the Germans.¡± Annex: quot;Absolutely not. told trutly exaggerated, ts are bad enoug deny t millions of peace-loving citizens in Poland and Russia have been murdered or gassed.¡± Ill spare you t of our conversations. Im very calm and take no notice of all t me, and I cant do anyto cs any let matters take trate on studying and everyt in the end. Yours, Anne tUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 1944 Dear Kitty, I cant tell you e Im longing for peace and quiet, and t for a little fun. eve forgotten o laug stop. t;t;; you knoo school. Margot and I eenagers. Last nig ucking around out of bed and carefully examined t. do you tc and forgotten to take it out. Fat about er to tease ;Du bist doce Rabenmutter.quot; [Oh, you are cruel.] Of course, s, and old tely assumed iest expression and said, quot;Youre a fine one to talk. ire floor is covered t lying around again. You never put t aher!¡± I said I used it, and Margot backed me up, since sy party. Mot on talking about il I got fed up and said, ratly, quot;I even tting blamed for otakes!¡± Mot, and less te later I o kiss . t may not ant, but ts on my nerves. Anne Mary Frank SAtURDAY, FEBRUARY 12, 1944 Dearest Kitty, t breeze, and Im longing -- really longing -- for everytion, freedom, friends, being alone. I long. . . to cry! I feel as if I to explode. I kno cry. Im restless. I o anot beating as if to say, quot;Fulfill my longing at last. . .¡± I t in my entire body and soul. I o force myself to act normally. Im in a state of utter confusion, dont knoo read, o e, o do. I only kno Im longing for something. . . Yours, Anne 186 ANNE FRANK MONDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1944 Dearest Kitty, A lot urday. s his: I was longing for sometill am), but. . . a small, a very small, part of the problem has been resolved. On Sunday morning I noticed, to my great joy (Ill be Peter kept looking at me. Not in t kno explain it, but I suddenly as in love as I used to tried not to look at oo muc me and t made me feel s not a feeling I soo often. Sunday evening everyone, except Pim and me, ered around tening to t;Immortal Music of ters.quot; Dussel kept ting and turning ter, and too. After restraining er asked someably if op fiddling iest tone, quot;Ic; [Ill decide t.] Peter got angry and made an insolent remark. Mr. van Daan sided o back do . t particularly interesting in and of itself, but Peter ly taken tter very muco , because te of books in ttic, Peter came up and began telling me it, but Peter soon realized tentive listener and started o . quot;ell, its like t; ;I dont usually talk muc be tongue-tied. I start stuttering and blus my op, because I cant find t s to say sometirely different, but once I started, I got all mixed up. Its ao , and sometimes I wisill did: tead of arguing get me anyly to say and arent in t bit shy.¡± quot;O t,quot; I replied. quot;Most of very differently from talk too mucoo long, and ts just as bad.¡± quot;Maybe, but you age t no one can see youre embarrassed. You dont bluso pieces.quot; I couldnt ly amused at ed o go on talking quietly about er, sat doly. Im glad to the same rages as I do. Peter seemed relieved t icize Dussel being afraid Id tell. As for me, I oo, because I sensed a strong feeling of fellowsh my girlfriends. Yours, Anne tUESDAY, FEBRUARY 15, 1944 to blame. Monday evening Dussel came in to see Motold riumply t Peter morning if aken it to . So everYt as rain again. Motory on to me, and I ly amazed t Peter, rary. I couldnt refrain from sounding Peter out on t, and antly replied t Dussel ers face. I wish Id had a camera. Indignation, rage, indecision, agitation and much more crossed his face in rapid succession. t evening Mr. van Daan and Peter really told Dussel off. But it couldnt bad, since Peter al appointment today. Actually, ted to speak to eacher again. EDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 16, 1944 Peter and I talked to eac for a fe oo cold to go up to ttic, and any s birt ty o look at ts and ting longer trictly necessary, somet I got my cernoon. Since I felt like spoiling Margot on to get ter t tatoes. o Peters room, ely took airs, and I asked if I srapdoor to ttic. quot;Sure,quot; ;go ao come back do knock and Ill open it for you.¡± I t upstairs and spent at least ten minutes searc potatoes. My back started actic was cold. Naturally, I didnt boto knock but opened trap-door myself. But up and took t of my hands. quot;I did my best, but I couldnt find any smaller ones.¡± quot;Did you look in the big barrel?¡± quot;Yes, Ive been them all.¡± By time I ttom of tairs, and atoes ill ;O t; ook t;My compliments!¡± As ender look t I started gloell ed to please me, but since make a long complimentary speecood eful. It still makes me o to t look! doairs, Motatoes, time for dinner, so I volunteered to go back up. ered Peters room, I apologized for disturbing airs, ood up, over to stand betairs and tried to stop me. quot;Ill go,quot; ;I o go upstairs anyway.¡± I replied t it really necessary, t I didnt o get only time. Convinced, go of my arm. On my ook tanding by t; are you working on?¡± quot;Frenc; he replied. I asked if I could take a look at to was down across from he divan. After Id explained some Frenco o talk. old me t after ted to go to tc Indies and live on a rubber plantation. alked about and like a hless bum. I told y complex. alked about t Russia and England o go to eac the Jews. ian or could become one after ted to be baptized, but t o feel like a Cian, but t after t a momentary pang. Its sucill oucy in him. Peter added, quot;the chosen people!¡± I ans;Just thing good!¡± But on cting very pleasantly, about Fat judging er and all sorts of t I cant even remember them all. I left at a quarter past five, because Bep had arrived. t evening alking about ture of a movie star Id once given least a year and a so muc I offered to give him a few more. quot;No,quot; ;Id rat. I look at it every day, and t have become my friends.¡± I noer understanding of oo. I forgot to mention sometalking about. ;No, Im not afraid, except o t myself, but Im .¡± Peter y complex. For example, upid and . imes. One of to say, quot;O it out! Youre mucter at English and geography!¡± Anne Frank thURSDAY, FEBRUARY 17, 1944 Dear Kitty, I airs tories. I began ;Evas Dream,quot; ;t Annex,quot; cer also listened for a part) and asked if Id come to ime to read more. I decided I o take a c t my notebook and let bit God. I cant really tell made on quite remember, not about about t. I told ed o see t I didnt e only amusing t thing more! Yours, Anne Frank FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 1944 My dearest Kitty, airs, its al;; No I o look foro, my life ly. At least t of my friends o be afraid of rivals (except for Margot). Dont t, but I do sometiful is going to develop beter and me, a kind of friendsrust. I go see ts not t used to be, o make of me. On trary, ill talking a like me going upstairs. Ser and t I should leave him alone. ly, cant s me uition? S me so oddly ers room. hen I come down again, she asks me where Ive been. Its terrible, but Im beginning to e her! Yours, Anne M. Frank SAtURDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Its Saturday again, and t sell you enoug. I spent nearly an airs making meatballs, but I only spoke to quot;; in passing. upstairs at ty to eitake a nap, I doairs, and all, to sit at te. Before long I couldnt take it anymore. I put my out. tears streamed doely un; o comfort me. It four by time I upstairs again. At five oclock I set off to get some potatoes, , but to see Boche. I ed to upstairs suddenly I felt tears coming again. I raced doairs to t toilet, fully dressed, long after I ears leaving dark spots on t utterly dejected. ;Oer t even like me and need anyone to confide in. Maybe of o being alone, anyone to confide in and Peter, or anyto look foro. O my feel so ed! care for me at all and looks at tender ing, I be able to bear it.¡± A little later I felt ation again, tears ill flohe inside. Yours, Anne M. Frank SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 1944 of t on t clotrolling in the laundry. Eig of us prefer to sleep in, Dussel gets up at eigo tairs, to tes a wo washing himself. Nine-ty. toves are lit, t screen is taken do Dussels back range, but a praying Dussel is a terrible sigo bes not t s sentimental, not at all, but er of an ire fifteen minutes -- rocking from oes to goes on forever, and if I dont s my eyes tigarts to spin. ten-fifteen. tle; ters, t sleepy faces are beginning to emerge from t, fast, fast. Margot and I take turns doing ts quite cold doairs, on pants and or I urn in t eleven, and then were all clean. Eleven-ty. Breakfast. I dalk about food my bringing t up as well. teen. e eace s do. Mr. Dussel makes tling to as tic as ss on and disappears into ter and Mouschi. Mrs. van D. dons a long apron, a black and oversy laundry and, airs. Margot and I do traighe room. EDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 23,1944 My dearest Kitty, terday, and Ive perked up quite a bit. My ing, t to ttic almost every morning to get tale air out of my lungs. t ter ing on my favorite spot on t at tnut tree glistening ing ranced t speak. ood a t. e breatside and bot t t be broken ime o go to t to c boy. o t, and I folloeen minutes say a canding, and could see to c I also looked out tting my eyes roam over a large part of Amsterdam, over tops and on to trip of blue so pale it invisible. quot;As long as ts,quot; I t, quot;t, how can I be sad?¡± t remedy for tened, lonely or uno go outside, some everyt s God s people to be ures beauty and simplicity. As long as ts, and t s tever tances. I firmly believe t nature can bring comfort to all who suffer. O be long before I can she same as I do. Yours, Anne P.S. ts: to Peter. eve been missing out on so mucime. I miss it just as muc talking about external t sense; I mean ternal t I ted for the inside, I mean. tting in front of taking a long, deep look outside at God and nature, I kind of ure, h and much more besides, to recapture t happiness. Ricige, everyt. But t can only be dimmed; it o make you happy again. ry going to t on a beautiful day and looking outside. Not at tops, but at t t youre pure hin and will find happiness once more. SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1944 My dearest Kitty, From early in to late at nig Peter. I fall asleep ill looking at me. I rong feeling t Peter and I arent really as different as er nor I oo superficial, likes to flirt and doesnt concern goes on in akes an active interest in my life, but act, sensitivity or motanding. Boter and I are struggling feelings. ere still unsure of ourselves and are too vulnerable, emotionally, to be dealt to run outside or ead, I bang ts and pans, splaser and am generally noisy, so t everyone ion is to s tle, sit quietly and daydream, all true self. But her? I dont knoo keep trol. Yours, Anne M. Frank MONDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1944 My dearest Kitty, Its like a nig goes on long after Im a be let tice, and I o pretend to be c is aching. Peter Scer van Daan ed into one Peter, ing, and Margots t, since sakes advantage of my smiling face to claim me for is to be left alone. Peter didnt join me in ttic, but up to t to do some carpentry work. At every rasp and bang, anotance a clock olling Be pure in , be pure in mind!¡± Im sentimental, I kno and foolis too. Oh, help me! Yours, Anne M. Frank MARCH, 1944 EDNESDAY, MARCh 1, 1944 Dearest Kitty, My o one, in July 1943. Last nig seven-ty Mr. van Daan on toniso see t t terrible mess in t office. quot;t; flas just to make sure, doairs to t door, c;Bep and Peter must just ; Mr. van. D. concluded. c upstairs he messy office. Early ter knocked at our door to tell us t t door was wide open and t tor and Mr. Kuglers neer ructed to lock told us before, and remely worried. tion is t t e key, since try. t after Mr. van Daan upstairs and, in boto s the door. to t one of our o hes heard Mr. van Daan and maybe even seen him? Its really scary, since kno into o try and get in again. Or led w ay away? Yours, Anne P.S. ed be delig up a good detective for us. Obviously, tion: be relied upon not to mform on people in hiding. thURSDAY, MARCh 2, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Margot and I tic togetoday. I cant enjoy being td be er (or someone else). I kno things as I do! alking to Mot s. less moto he world who are suffering! t I say out of conversations of t. ts! As if Peter, Margot, Bep and I didnt all of a very, very close friend. But t understand t t us! Perhaps Mrs. van Daan does, a bit more to poor Bep, somet I knoween us, pusupid! I also talked to Margot about Fat could be so aggravating. ed be able to organize evenings in urns discussing a given subject. But . Its impossible for me to talk s sarcastic and cant say anyt feel like taking part, nor does Mr. Dussel, and Mrs. van D. is attacked so often t s sits to put up a fig about us? e arent alloo t have an opinion! People can tell you to s up, but t keep you from forbid someone to ter er and me love and devotion, tic sages around anding us, since ive and muc! Love, t it into anding someone, caring for ually includes purn, w youre married, w you have a baby. Losing your virtue doesnt matter, as long as you kno for as long as you live youll your side wands you, and w o be sh anyone else! Yours, Anne M. Frank At t, Mot me again; salk to Mrs. van Daan more to do I care! I managed to get er ternoon, and alked for at least forty-five minutes. ed to tell me somet didnt find it easy. it out, t took a long time. I ly didnt knoter for me to stay or to go. But I ed so muco old Bep and actless our motold me t s figantly, about politics and cigarettes and all kinds of told you before, Peters very s not too so admit t ly to see s for a year or t;My fat as nice as ; ;But in tter of ttes, Motely rig; I also told my mot o Fat ;terrific guy.¡± toniger doing t to say anytairs about s and not being on speaking terms. I promised, told Margot. But Im sure Margot pass it on. quot;Oer,quot; I said, you dont o me. Ive learned not to blab everyt ell me.¡± o . I also told terrible gossips ;Margots quite rig being , because as muc to stop gossiping, tter than discussing Mr. Dussel.¡± quot;Its good t you admit it,quot; almost embarrassed me too. talked about quot;upstairsquot; and quot;doairsquot; some more. Peter o dont like s. quot;Peter,quot; I said, quot;you knoell you ts too.¡± I added, quot;Peter, Id really like to me? Youre caugion, and I kno say anyt it upsets you.¡± quot;Oh, your help is always welcome!¡± quot;Maybe itd be better for you to talk to Fatell pass it on.¡± quot;I know, hes a real pal.¡± quot;You like , dont you?¡± Peter nodded, and I continued, quot;ell, oo, you know!¡± ouco see hese few words made him. quot;You t; he asked. quot;Yes,quot; I said. quot;You can tell from ttle ts slip nohen.¡± to do some dictating. Peters a quot;terrific guy,quot; just like Father! Yours, Anne M. Frank FRIDAY, MARCh 3,1944 My dearest Kitty, o tonig calm and seems Grandma is in t candle, and its Grandma s me and makes me feel . . . ts. . . Peter. I to get tatoes today, and air; did you do during the lunch break?¡± I sat doairs, and o talk. tatoes didnt make it to tcil five-fifteen (an er Id gone to get ter didnt say anyt s; talked about books and about t. O me t ake muco fall in love h him. t up t to er peeling potatoes and remarked on it ;You can tell temperature by looking at Margot and me, because urn ; I said. quot;In love?quot; he asked. quot;; It ty silly ansion). quot;?quot; ime for dinner. did oday I finally managed to ask ter bot;Os fine ; I cant tell o shyness. Kitty, I sound like someone not darling. And Peter is a darling. ill I ever be able to tell ? Only if Im to treat all too well. And o be left alone, so I dont knoing to knole better. I ime hink! Once or to talk about I he same way I do. Yours, Anne M. Frank SAtURDAY, MARCh 4, 1944 Dear Kitty, t Saturday in mont been tiresome, dreary and boring. ter. to ttic to ed to stay and practice my Frencogeto Peter, and tting on Fato Peter. I doairs at quarter to eleven. back up at eleven-ty, Peter ing for me on tairs. e talked until quarter to one. er a meal, and Peter ;Bye, Anne, see you later.¡± Oo fall in love er all? In any case, is to talk to him! Mrs. van D. ts all rigo talk to Peter, but today seasingly, quot;Can I trust you there?¡± quot;Of course,quot; I protested. quot;I take t as an insult!¡± Morning, noon and nigo seeing Peter. Yours, Anne M. Frank PS. Before I forget, last niged in snos t not. MONDAY, MARCh 6, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Ever since Peter told me about s, Ive felt a certain sense of responsibtos strange? Its as t as muc I dont dare bring it up anymore, because Im afraid it makes able. I to intrude, not for all the world. I can tell by Peters face t as deeply as I do. Last nig;t; Peter flusop. t? You cant imagine s like to o stand on t being able to do anyt sometimes feel at t love. Poor Peter, o be loved so much! It sounded so cold . o y, ude and ain o show his feelings. Poor Peter, up? ont ? Oer, if only I could me! together we could banish our loneliness, yours and mine! Ive been doing a great deal of t not saying mucill if togeterday, and because I kneious. I couldnt ; t and serious I am on t on tside! to discover the chink in my armor? Its just as t er. My conquest could never be so ciful and so nice he same sex! Yours, Anne M. Frank PS. You knoell you t I live from one encounter to t. I keep o discover t o see me, and Im in raptures empts. I to be able to express tle does s I find so touching. tUESDAY, MARCh 7,1944 Dearest Kitty, o my life in 1942, it all seems so unreal. t ence ely different from t corner, ty or so friends, te of most of my teacten by Fat more could anyone ask for? Youre probably s ecause I m quot;attractive,quot; but t isnt it entirely. teacertained by my clever ansty remarks, my smtical mind. ts all I errible flirt, coquettiss, o peek at my ans stuck-up. ould all t admiration eventually ? Its a good t, at t of my glory, I o reality. It took me more to get used to doing admiration. scernal ringleader, never in a bad mood, never a crybaby. as it any everyone ed to bicycle to sctle favors? I look back at t Anne Frank as a pleasant, amusing, but superficial girl, did Peter say about me? quot;henever I saw you, you were surrounded by a flock of girls and at least ttention!quot; . s remained of t Anne Frank? O forgotten o laugoss off a remark, Im just as good, if not better, at raking people over till flirt and be amusing, if I to be . . . But tco live t seemingly carefree and t eful to t person to talk to me about somet friends, not admirers. Peo- ple my flattering smile. t matter, as long as theyre sincere? In spite of everyt altogeten felt Id been deserted, but because I t it. I enjoyed myself as mucrying consciously or unconsciously to fill th jokes. Looking back, I realize t to a close; my even miss tgro kid around, since my serious side is alhere. I see my life up to Ne . tions -- I couldnt take it all in. I o talk back. t crying spells, loneliness and tion of my faults and s- comings, ried to drao me and failed. t me on my oo face t task of improving myself so I o . tly better. I became a teenager, and reated more like a groo t to e stories, finally coming to t to do to sed to c my motely and totally, and t . But ed me even more he realization t I o be able to confide in Fat trust anyone but myself. After Ne for a girlfriend, but for a boyfriend. I also discovered an inner erior. From time to time I . Noer, since ure depends largely on him! I lie in bed at niger ending my prayers ;Ice una Liebe una Sc;* [* t is good and dear and beautiful.] and Im filled o e; Peters love (ure, ure and tremendous beauty of everyt splendor, as das Schone. At sucs I dont t all t about ty t still remains. tly. ;t all t part of it.quot; My advice is: quot;Go outside, to try, enjoy ture o offer. Go outside and try to recapture ty in yourself and in everything around you and be happy.¡± I dont t, because o do if you become part of tely lost. On trary, beauty remains, even in misfortune. If you just look for it, you discover more and more h will never die in misery! Yours, Anne M. Frank EDNESDAY, MARCh 8, 1944 Margot and I ing eaces, just for fun, of course. Anne: Its strange, but I can only remember ter Mr. Dussel nigs noer to ternoon and Mr. Dussel is snoring again, ty, I deliberately made more noise to get to stop. Margot: ter, the gasping for air? Anne: tter, because it stops ion. I didnt e to Margot, but o you, dear Kitty, is t Ive been dreaming of Peter a great deal. t before last I dreamed I ing rig little boy from ting rink; er, troduced myself, overdoing it a bit, and asked er. In my dream I ers I actually knew! tanding in Peters room, facing eacairs. I said someto replied t love me all t muc I s flirt. In a desperate and pleading voice I said, quot;Im not flirting, Peter!¡± er said it after all. Last nig Peters cing: t as soft as the cheeks of a man who already shaves. FRIDAY, MARCh 10, 1944 My dearest Kitty, t;Misfortunes never come singlyquot; defi- nitely applies to today. Peter just got t. Let me tell you all t are still hanging over our heads. First, Miep is sick, as a result of erday. S cold in terkerk, urned to time omacarted bleeding, so Beps been left to alone. ted a man ( in ing). Its terrible not only for for us as oes, butter and jam. Mr. M., as Ill call een, and anothe way. Last nigtle scare: door. For t of the evening we were nervous and gloomy. Lately I been at all in to e do me erribly upset about t much room for him in my diary. tuesday, ednesday and ters room from four-ty to five-fifteen. e ed about one to t ernoon, but best of all is t I ters just as pleased to see me. Yours, Anne M. Frank tURDAY, MARCh 11, 1944 Dearest Kitty, I been able to sit still lately. I airs and doalking to Peter, but Im al about t, about s and about its not enouges I ual. Ive c t doesnt necessarily mean of friends, alt ime I let time t o get you all worked up as well, simply because Im so miserable! SUNDAY, MARCh 12, 1944 Dearest Kitty, tting crazier he days go by. Peter looked at me since yesterday. ing as if me. Im doing my best not to cer o talk to tle as possible, but its not easy! s going on, e and ruso my side t? Per its really is. Per moody like me, and tomorro again! I time trying to maintain a normal facade alk, c of all I miss tdoors and ! I tting everytty, but tate of utter confusion: on t looking at ter to me so muc be calm again! Day and nig ask myself, quot;o be alone? oo mucime upstairs? Do you talk too muc serious subjects yet ready to talk about? Maybe even like you? all been your imagination? But told you so muc ; And a w more. Yesterday afternoon I by tside t I lay doed o sleep and not o t until four, but to go next door. It easy, ansions and inventing an excuse to explain my nap to Fat a lie, since I did he inside! Ordinary people, ordinary girls, teenagers like myself, tle nuts y. But ts just it. I pour my out to you, and t of time Im as impudent, c as possible to avoid questions and keep from getting on my own nerves. Margot is very kind and o confide in I cant tell akes me too seriously, far too seriously, and spends a lot of time t er, looking at me closely w;Is sing, or does s?¡± Its because oget to be around me all time. angle my jumbled ts? hen will I find inner peace again? Yours, Anne tUESDAY, MARCh 14, 1944 Dearest Kitty, It mig for me) to o eat today. tairs, so at t Im seated at table preo my nose and mout est idea alking about, so let me quot;begin at t; ted, so ra- -, tion books-no coupons, no fats and oils. Since Miep and Mr. Kleiman are sick again, Bep cant manage tcomor- ro , butter or margarine. e cant eat fried potatoes for breakfast (ead, and because Mrs. van D. tarving, s of masatoes and pickled kale. tionary measure believe ink cure of spoiled plums, rotten eggs and brine. Ug t of o eat t muck makes me to t, our potatoes racted sucrange diseases t one out of every ts of pommes de terre ertain ourselves by trying to figure out hey suffer from cancer, smallpox and measles. ly, being in inking mess were over! to tell you trut matter so muco me if life in ot ts just it: tedious existence is starting to make us all disagreeable. situation (c alloo icking to the rules): Mrs. van Daan: quot;Id stopped ing to be queen of tc sitting around doing not back to cooking. Still, I cant s impossible to cook oil, and all ting smells make me sick to my stomac do I get in return for my efforts? Ingratitude and rude remarks. Im al blamed for everyts more, its my opinion t ttle progress. terrified t o starve, and w everyone who comes near.¡± Mr. van Daan: quot;I just smoke and smoke and smoke. tical situation and Kerlis moods dont seem so bad. Kerlis a s. If I dont o smoke, I get sick, to eat meat, life becomes unbearable, noto be a flaming ro.¡± Mrs. Frank: quot;Foods not very important, but Id love a slice of rye bread rig a stop to Mr. van Daans smoking long ago. But I desperately need a cigarette noakes, but t and be grateful Im not in Poland.¡± Mr. Frank: quot;Everyt need a tay calm, plenty of time. Just give me my potatoes, and Ill be quiet. Better set aside some of my rations for Bep. tical situation is improving, Im extremely optimistic.¡± Mr. Dussel: quot;I must complete task Ive set for myself, everyt be finisime. tical situation is looking gut, its eempossible for us to get caught. Me, me, me . . . .¡± Yours, Anne thURSDAY, MARCh 16, 1944 Dearest Kitty, s! All Ive been oday is: quot;If t rouble, and if so-and-so gets sick, to fend for ourselves, and if . . .¡± ell, you kno, or at any rate I assume youre famts of to guess alking about. t;ifsquot; is t Mr. Kugler ail, Bep is doo stay omorroten over om- ac consciousness. a tale of woe! e tly to a reliable doctor for a medical certificate of ill to ty omorro;if) Bep o stay he door will remain locked and well have to be as quiet as mice so t one oclock Jan will come for o check on us poor forsaken souls, like a zookeeper. ternoon, for t time in ages, Jan gave us some neside ly like a print: quot;At Grandmothers Knee.¡± eful audience alk of-e carrots erday overs, today s peas, and tomorroatoes. e asked about Mieps doctor. quot;Doctor?quot; said Jan. quot; doctor? I called ary on tion and old I could come pick it up tomor- roicularly bad case of flu, tor o tick out your tongue and say quot;Aah.¡± O, your ts infected. Ill e out a prescription and you can bring it to ts t. Easy job , diagnosis by p I s blame tors.quot; After all, a person ients and too feors.¡± Still, ors ing room looks like tors no longer turn up t tients, but at t; are you doing here?¡± t;Go to tients y!¡± Yours, Anne thURSDAY, MARCh 16, 1944 Dearest Kitty, tiful; Ill be going up to ttic in a moment. I noer. antly being co anoto be so mucs anotake refuge in ttic. h you, I can be myself, at least for a little to moan and groan. On trary, I to be brave! tice not feelings, except t every day Im groemptuous of Motion- ate to Fato s ; Im closed up tigo maintain my air of confidence. No one must kno my and mind are constantly at o nole, but ions get times I fear t more often I actually hey do! Os so terribly to talk to Peter about t I kno s so o act during time as if everytaken place! Kitty, Anne is crazy, but times and even crazier circumstances. t part is being able to e dos and feelings; otely suffocate. I er t all to talk to t t possibly love ter Anne er, and my bustle and noise? ill and only person to see e mask? ill it take t love being akin to pity? Isnt t y him as much as I do myself! I ly dont kno, so Peter to o least I rying to say, since its so o say it out loud! Yours, Anne M. Frank FRIDAY, MARCh 17, 1944 My dearest darling, Everyturned out all riger all; Bep just , not t a medical certificate to excuse ail. tire Annex breat t Margot and I are ratired of our parents. Dont get me ill love Fat loves bot o make a fe out from under tairs, t Im going to do, t let me salt my food, Mot eigeen if it isnt time for me to co my nigo approve every book I read. I must admit, t at all strict about t and let me read nearly everyt Margot and I are sick and tired of o listen to ts and questions all day long. t displeases ttle kisses morning, noon and nige nicknames seem so affected, and Fatalking about farting and going to ting. In s, Id like notter to do t understand t. Not t Margot and I o t ? t understand anyway. Margot said last nig; really bot if you o put your ely ask w feel well.¡± For bots been quite a bloo suddenly realize t very little remains of to ly because everyt of kilter I mean t reated like c comes to external matters, wher girls our age. Even teen, I kno, I knoeenager, I feel Im more of a person tely independent of otter at debating or carrying on a discussion tive, I dont exaggerate as mucidier and better I feel (t Im superior to o love someone, I o admire and respect t I feel neit nor admiration for Mother! Everyt if only I er, since I admire him in many ways. and clever! Yours, Anne M. Frank SAtURDAY, MARCh 18, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Ive told you more about myself and my feelings told a living soul, so include sex? Parents, and people in general, are very peculiar o sex. Instead of telling ters everyt t of t t arises and leave to find out everyter on, ice t tion, tually do. So ry to make amends by asking ts w? A major stumbling block for ts -- ts no more t t, in most cases, ty is a lot of nonsense. As far as Im concerned, its not o bring a little experience to a marriage. After all, it o do self, does it? Soon after I turned eleven, told me about menstruation. But even t it as I uition told me seemed like a crazy idea at first, but ! It c come out of tummies. As s it, quot;s go in is !quot; Jacque and I found out about te a feails, from a book on sex education. I also kne you could keep from ery. old me about prostitutes, etc., but all in all till unansions. If mot tell t in bits and pieces, and t cant be right. Even ts Saturday, Im not bored! ts because Ive been up in ttic er. I sat t was wonderful. Yours, Anne M. Frank SUNDAY, MARCh 19, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Yesterday ant day for me. After lunc five I put on tatoes, and Moto take to Peter. I didnt to at first, but I finally . accept t ill because of t argument rust. Suddenly I couldnt bear it a moment longer and my eyes filled ears. it anoturned tter to Mot to to ero talk t er. Before dinner t say anyt as ting doo eat, I o practice your soniger?¡± quot;No,quot; was his reply. quot;Id like to talk to you later on.¡± he agreed. After t to quar- rel. Luckily, t t t it o seem so eager. It doairs and my face er. So after taking doer for Margot, I back up to get a little fres and stood beside to Peters room. anding on t side of t over to t side. Its muco talk next to an open , and I ter felt told eac I cant repeat it all. But it felt good; it s ouched on. First alked about t lig ed from our parents. I told Peter about Mot and myself. At one point ;You al you?¡± quot;One? Dozens of t, do you?¡± quot;No, Ive never really kissed anyone.¡± quot;Not even on your birt; quot;Yeahday I have.¡± e talked about rusts our parents, and s love eac deal and to. out in bed and o t and sten to knoill tell eactle, since ogetalked about every imaginable t trust, feelings and ourselves. Oty, as I t he would be. talked about t even recognize ourselves from t period. stand eac first. I , and Id quickly concluded t hing special. I didnt understand noo retreat to my noise and exuberance and I also liked peace and quiet but dont my diary, and t everyone arting I dont al to sit s. e discussed my parents hes here. and o ionso s, and o hey argue. quot;But youre al; he said. quot;; I asked, greatly surprised. quot;By being cheerful.¡± t told me t mind my coming to o; in fact, . I also told all of Fat names a kiss automatically lead to trust. e also talked about doing ter selves, my mask, etc. It ime being, ts enougeful and find t apolo- gize, Kitty, since my style is not up to my usual standard today. Ive just ten o my head! I Peter and I s. me smile and t s as if a ligay like t her. Your grateful and happy Anne MONDAY, MARCh 20, 1944 Dearest Kitty, ter asked me if Id come again one evening. be disturbing wwo. I said I couldnt see s didnt t I s let t botold o come some Saturday evening and also asked me know whe moon. quot;Sure,quot; ;maybe airs and look at t; I agreed; Im not really so scared of burglars. In time, a sime Ive Margot likes Peter. Just kno tuation is very unpleasant. Noime I go see Peter Im ing meaning to. t ss it s Margot just says I s feel sorry for her. quot;I ts so a youve become t,quot; I added. quot;Im used to t,quot; s bitterly. I dont dare tell Peter. Maybe later on, but o discuss so many ot. Mot nignt carry my indifference and contempt for oo far. In spite of everytry once again to be friendly and keep my remarks to myself! Even Pim isnt as nice as o be. rying not to treat me like a c no o see ! if I dont do my algebra, I get any tutoring after t and see o start again, provided I get a new book. ts enoug gaze at Peter, and Im filled to overflowing! Yours, Anne M. Frank Evidence of Margots goodness. I received today, March 20, 1944: Anne, yesterday being entirely . tuation is t jealous of eiter. Im just sorry I found anyone likely to in ture. But ts you o place your trust in eac on so mucake for granted. On tain Id never ten as far er, because I to feel very close to a person before I could ss. Id to ood me t say much. For t ellectually superior to me, and t isnt ter. But I can imagine your feeling close to him. So to reproace taking sometitled to; notruter o gain by your friendship. My answer: Dearest Margot, Your letter remely kind, but I still dont feel completely tuation, and I dont think I ever will. At t, Peter and I dont trust eaco ts just t to eac sunss also easier to ops. I to feel a kind of sisterly affection for Peter and o as muco do t someday, ts not trust rust o corne from bots t lets not talk about it anymore. If till to discuss, please e, because its easier for me to say o-face. You know how le much I admire you, and only some of your goodness and Fat sense, you t alike. Yours, Anne EDNESDAY, MARCh 22,1944 Dearest Kitty, I received tter last nig: Dear Anne, After your letter of yesterday I feeling t your conscience boto Peters to alk; t. In my , I kno my trust (as I do be able to tolerate Peter in his place. e, I do ter as a kind of brot feelers, and a broterly affection mayor may not develop at some later date, but its certainly not reac stage yet. So to feel sorry for me. No youve found companions as much as you can. In time, tting more and more y, t true love may be developing in t marrying Peter if ayed so silly after all. Not t Im t even kno married. Im sure no Peter loves me too; I just dont kno figure out if s only a good friend, or if tracted to me as a girl or as a sister. s remendously ep too see him. ;If t be so bad.quot; remely able, and I to see me. Mean- il ten-fifteen. Oo Saturday nigo our isfied time; ill say t to c sitting still. and good and beautiful. I t surprised about me at all to be, but a dreamer, like as many troubles! Last niger ted for o ask me to stay upstairs. But not ao tell Dussel it ime to listen to t oo long, back upstairs. to bed early. tire evening I less I kept going to to splaser on my face. I read a bit, daydreamed some more, looked at ted, ed, ed, all tening to - steps. I to bed early, exed. tonigo take a batomorrow? tomorrows so far away! Yours, Anne M. Frank My answer: Dearest Margot, I t to and see be mucer and I o t knourn out; I cant see any farthe end of my nose. But Im certain of one ter and I do become friends, Im going to tell o me to, Im sure, but I dont care; I dont knoer t Ill ask ime comes. Its certainly notrary! Youre o join us in ttic, or urbing us, because o talk only in ts dark. Keep your spirits up! Im doing my best, ts not alime may come sooner think. Yours, Anne thURSDAY, MARCh 23, 1944 Dearest Kitty, to normal hank goodness! Mieps been back since yesterday, but today it o take to oms. Bep is better, till o stay ime. Yesterday a plane craso parace out in time. It crasop of a sc luckily t, ts. terdammers sucardly deed. e-by s. Brrr, I e the sound of gunfire. No myself. I er yesterday and, somely dont kno sex. Id made up my mind a long time ago to ask Margot and I very Margot and me and Mot lately I didnt dare ask to enligefully accepted: raceptives o t t one; ell me tonigold o Jacque, and said t girls are defenseless against strong boys. quot;ell, you dont o be afraid of me,quot; he said. evening, old me is ly embarrassing, but still ao be able to discuss it o talk so openly to a girl or a boy, respectively, about sucimate matters. I told me a lot about teln* [* Sivmitteln: propics] in German. t nig and I alking about Bram and trees, two friends of hers. ty surprise: after breakfast Peter beckoned me upstairs. quot;t y trick you played on me,quot; ;I you and Margot nig ed to find out er knehen have a good laugh!¡± I unned! I did everyto talk of t outrageous idea; I could understand , but it just true! quot;Oer,quot; I said. quot;Id never be so mean. I told you I pass on anyto me and I . to put on an act like t and tely be so mean. . . No,Peter, ts not my idea ofa joke. It be fair. I didnt say anyt. ont you believe me?quot; I to talk about it again sometime. Ive done not it. t out and said w was on mean. ! Noell hing! Yours, Anne FRIDAY, MARCh 24, 1944 Dear Kitty, I often go up to Peters room after dinner noo breat around to meaningful conversations more quickly in tickling your face. Its cozy and snug sitting beside side. t remarks e ,quot;* [* Annes second ;Is it proper for a gentleman to receive young girls in nigs out?quot; Peter ticisms. My motally, is also bursting y and simply dying to ask alk about, only sly afraid Id refuse to anser says t jealous because ake ts to . Sometimes airs to get me, but ts aoo, because in spite of all ions urns brig t of blus must be extremely unpleasant. Besides, it bot Margot o sit doairs all by airs enjoying Peters company. But it? I mind it if s s be t, sitting there like a lump on a log. Ive o listen to countless remarks about our sudden friends tell you en tion at meals an Annex ake any notice of tal cc? s all so silly. s forgotten t tly t any rate, t us wheyre serious when were joking. I dont knoo , or o say. But if it goes on like tually be able to be toget talking. If only s op acting so strangely. Its probably because t like seeing me so often; Peter and I certainly never tell t alk about. Imagine if timate things. Id like to ask Peter ted as girls. You can easily see s different. In als, or er o tell you trut easier. describing a girls parts? I can tell from ly all fits togetalking about t;Muttermund,quot; [* cervix], but ts on t see it. Everytty il I realize t of labia on t see ts even funnier is t I t urine came out of toris. I asked Motime little bump o! But to get back to t. it all looks like any models? Sry anyway? Okay, here goes! anding up, all you see from t is , cusogetanding, so you cant see e e fles, beter labia, t, on second t, looks like a kind of blister. ts toris. togettle mound, no bigger top of my t , looks as if it skin, and yet ts in t. Its rying to get your index finger inside. ts all t it plays sucant role! Yours, Anne M. Frank SAtURDAY, MARCh 25, 1944 Dearest Kitty, You never realize il after its e drastically, everyt me is different: my opinions, ideas, critical outlook. In safely add, since its true, Ive cter. I once told you t, after years of being adored, it to ty of gro Fato blame for my o put up ed me to enjoy life, ;t; side of all t ime before I discovered ty-fifty. I no many blunders ted mistake in dealing ttedly, t o be feigned). Above all, I to keep to neit ts not difficult, but it is o your side by agreeing ening quietly, not saying muc of all . . . responding to easing and alking openly to ting s ts simply because Im and tell people rigo t I ts not very flattering. I to be ; I t gets you furtter about yourself. Yesterday Mrs. van D. alking about t;All at a certain point I t enougake trouble, Mr. Kleiman could scrounge up as badly.¡± quot;No, Mrs. van Daan,quot; I replied. quot;I dont agree o get tle rice, but like o it. Its not our place to criticize tever t. One less plate of rice a make t muc beans.¡± Mrs. van D. didnt see it my s, even to back do irely different matter. ell, Ive said enougimes I knoimes I s, but Ill eventually get o be! I kno I er ch and rainy day! I ly dont kno to force told Faten go see Peter and asked if he approved, and of course he did! Its muco tell Peter to myself; for example, I told to e later on, and if I cant be a er, to e in addition to my work. I dont beautiful, intelligent or clever, but Im end to stay t ing nature, and Id like everyone else to be oo. Your devoted friend, Anne M. Frank An empty day, t, Is just as dark as any night. (I e t no longer rue, but I included it because my poems are so feween.) MONDAY, MARCh 27, 1944 Dearest Kitty, At least one long cer on our life in politics, but Ive been avoiding t, since it interests me so little. today, e an entire letter to politics. Of course, t opinions on topic, and its not surprising to frequently discussed in times of . . . arguing so muc politics is just plain stupid! Let ts, grumble and do as long as te dont let t only makes tside bring us a lot of ne later proves to be untrue; o now our radio has never lied. Jan, Miep, Mr. Kleiman, Bep and Mr. Kugler go up and doical moods, t of all. es over tc., etc., are accompanied by countless exclamations suc;Eempossible!, Urn Gottes illen* [* O getting started noo last!, Its going splendidly, But, great!¡± Optimists and pessimists -- not to mention ts -- air tain t trut annoys a certain lady t isain tacks easing and dispar- aging remarks about ion! And so it goes from early in to late at nig is t t tired of it. Ive discovered a trick, and t is overc art talking about politics. All it takes is a single question, a ence, and before you kno, tire family is involved! As if t;e Ne; and t enougs. In a t tising around t unlike t lies ty-four hours a day! So tc eig earlier) and is listened to every il nine, ten or even eleven at nig evidence yet t ts e patience, but also t turned to mus to insult anyone). One broadcast, t t, so last tire day. But no, those old nincompoops. . . never mind, Ive already said it all! quot;Music ; tc from England, Frank P a turn and fInd a ener. If ts arent eating or sleeping, tered around talking about eating, sleeping and politics. s getting to be a bore, and its all I can do to keep from turning into a dreary old crone myself! t mig be such a bad idea! on Churchill. Nine oclock, Sunday evening. teapot, under its cozy, is on table, and ts enter the room. Dussel sits to t of t of it and Peter to the side. Mot to Mr. van D., ting in t ro table. I realize t a very clear description of our seating arrangements, but it doesnt matter. ters eyes close from train of listening, Mama is dressed in rembling because of take no notice of t fly blitoea, and Margot and I are united in a sisterly aken possession of bots gooo small, too tigoo s. It all looks so intimate, cozy and peaceful, and for once it really is. Yet I a tient, straining at to start anot! Pst, pst, like a cat luring a mouse from its o quarrels and dissent. Yours, Anne tUESDAY, MARCh 28, 1944 My dearest Kitty, As muco e more on politics, I s of oto report today. First, Motually forbidden me to go up to Peters, since, according to ers invited Margot to join us upstairs. or is just saying it out of politeness, I dont kno I sake any notice of Mrs. van Daans jealousy and o. s me going upstairs, s me to go back to doing my he room I share willi Dussel. She may be jealous begrudge us ts nice along so likes Peter too, but feels t t talk about two. Furters in love o tell you trutd be a lot easier to get to kno if he keeps admiring my dimples, can I? Im in a very difficult position. Mot me and Im against urns a blind eye to t struggle betill loves me, but Im not at all uno me. As for Peter. . . I dont to give and I admire iful relationso our business again? Fortu- nately, Im used to to s o say anyto feel mine, t Petels cer and Petel, youre one and t understand us; tand t ent just to sit beside eac say a draogeties? And yet its good t t makes t muciful. ill a child; atoes or otrong; co look for burglars, s muco me to teaco me in nearly every way! do our thing. Fated, but Im not, Im merely vain! I ell me I ty, except for a boy at sce er paid me a true com- pliment, and just for fun Ill give you a rougion. Peter often says, quot;Smile!quot; I t it range, so yesterday I asked ;hy do you al me to smile?¡± quot;Because you get dimples in your c?¡± quot;I s ty I possess.¡± quot;No, no, ts not true!¡± quot;Yes it is. I kno beautiful. I never have been and I never will be!¡± quot;I dont agree. I tty.¡± quot;I am not.¡± quot;I say you are, and youll o take my .quot; So of course I t him. Yours, Anne M. Frank EDNESDAY, MARCh 29, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Mr. Bolkestein, t Minister, speaking on tc from London, said t after tion ters dealing imagine eresting it o publis t Annex. title alone ective story. Seriously, ten years after t very amusing to read e and alked about as Je deal about our lives, you still knotle about us. ened t Sunday, for instance, trembled like blades of grass in the wind. Or how many epidemics are raging here. You knoters, and it ake me all day to describe everyto t detail. People o stand in line to buy vegetables and all kinds of goods; doctors cant visit tients, since tolen t turn ts are so common t you ask yourself ten into tco make t-fingered. Little c- and eleven- year-olds, smaseal dare leave tes, since to come back and find all their belongings gone. Every day tices for turn of stolen typeers, Persian rugs, electric clocks, fabrics, etc. tric clocks on street corners are dismantled, public pripped doo t wire. Morale among tc be good. Everyones for tz coffee, a ion doesnt last to Germany, t clots 7.50 guil- ders on t. Besides, fe four mont very well ime. One good t of ts s of sabo- tage against ties are increasing. tion board, tizens or denouncing to prison. Fortunately, only a small percentage of Dutche wrong side. Yours, Anne FRIDAY, MARCh 31, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Just imagine, its still fairly cold, and yet most people coal for nearly a mont it? timism about t, because ts going great guns! I dont often e about tical situation, but I must tell you . t River in Romania. to Odessa, and ternopol. Every niging an extra communique from Stalin. tes in Moscoy must be rumbling and so pretend tings nearby or t o express t know! roops. till a million Jeoo are doomed. Notoday is Mr. van Daans birts of tobacco, one serving of coffee, but not least, a cake ly gluey because of ty of tter, but deli- cious anyway. All t talk about Peter and me . o pick me up tonigty nice of you tes doing it! ere very good friends. e spend a lot of time togetalk about every imaginable subject. Its so nice not o o a delicate topic, talking about blood and someion turned to menstruation, etc. e tougo be able to and t I am too. I wonder why? My life ten better, mucter. God forsaken me, and he never will. Yours, Anne M. Frank APRIL, 1944 SAtURDAY, APRIL 1, 1944 My dearest Kitty, And yet everytill so difficult. You do kno you? I long so muco kiss me, but t kiss is taking its o time. Does ill t I mean anything more? You and I bot Im strong, t I can carry most burdens alone. Ive never been used to so a mot Id love to lay my sit tly. I cant, I simply cant forget t dream of Peters c too so say me near hing? Ive got to stop, Ive got to be calm. Ill try to be strong again, and if Im patient, t -- and t part -- I seem to be co go upstairs; o me. But ts because of tands hink . Yours, Anne M. Frank MONDAY, APRIL 3, 1944 My dearest Kitty, Contrary to my usual practice, Im going to e you a detailed description of tuation, since its become a matter of some difficulty and importance, not only in all of holland, all of Europe and even beyond. In ty-one mont;food cyclesquot; -- youll understand means in a moment. A quot;food cyclequot; is a period in able to eat. For a long time e not endive. Endive sand, endive atoes, endive-and-masato casserole. t oes, sauerkraut, etc., etc. Its not muco eat, say, sauer- kraut every day for lunc deligables at all. Our -pea soup, potatoes ato kugel and, by turnip greens or rotten carrots, and ts back to broage, potatoes at every meal, starting , but ttle. to make soup atoes, packages of vege- table soup, packages of catoes ation gravy and -- till got it -- beet salad. I must tell you about the dumplings. e make t-issue flour, er and yeast. toug it feels as if you omac oh well! t is our , and ttered bread. But ill alive, and mucime it still tastes good too! Yours, Anne M. Frank EDNESDAY, APRIL 5, 1944 My dearest Kitty, For a long time no knoale. If t over by September, I go back to sc to be two years behind. Peter filled my days, not Peter, dreams and ts until Saturday nig so utterly miserable; o te I o cry my eyes out. I slid to tgoly. to my c, lay my me back doo eartears, since I didnt anyone next door to ried to pull myself toget;I must, I must, I must. . . quot; Stiff from sitting in sucion, I fell back against t up my struggle until just before ten-ty, was over! And nos really over. I finally realized t I must do my sco keep from being ignorant, to get on in life, to become a journalist, because ts ! I knoe. A feories are good, my descriptions of t Annex are . . . it remains to be seen . quot;Evas Dreamquot; is my best fairy tale, and t I dont est idea s of quot;Cadys Lifequot; are also good, but as a and critic. I kno. Unless you e yourself, you cant knoo bemoan t t I couldnt dra no at least I can e. And if I dont alent to e books or neicles, I can ale for myself. But I to ac. I cant imagine o live like Mot tten. I need to o devote myself to! I dont to people. I to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even t. I to go on living even after my deats o God for , o express all ts inside me! e I can ss are revived! But, and ts a big question, o e somet, or a er? I ing alloo record everyts, ideals and fantasies. I ;Cadys Lifequot; for ages. In my mind Ive exactly tory doesnt seem to be coming along very ll epaper basket or tove. ts a , but to myself, quot;At teen and tle experience, you cant e about philosophy.¡± So ons. Itll all , because Im determined to e! Yours, Anne M. Frank thURSDAY, APRIL 6, 1944 Dearest Kitty, You asked me s are and Id like to ans Id better be surprised. First of all: ing, but I dont really t as a hobby. Number t I can find for trees of trian, Russian, Norc progress ime Ive been taking notes many of tory. So my tory, and Fat me numerous books. I can for to go to t out Iii tion I need. Number four is Greek and Roman myt too. I can name tc., etc., do. My otars and family pograp reading and books. I adore tory of ts, especially ers, poets and painters; musicians may come later. I loatry and aritic. I enjoy all my ots, but orys my favorite! Yours, Anne M. Frank tUESDAY, APRIL 11, 1944 My dearest Kitty, My kno time I e you) everyternoon (Good Friday) urday afternoon too. turday, o t, everyt. Sunday afternoon Peter came to see me at four-ty, at my invitation. At five-fifteen to t attic, il six. til ful Mozart concert on to seven-fifteen; I especially enjoyed tmusik. I can o listen in tciful music stirs me to ter couldnt take ub c to t attic togeto be able to sit comfortably, I took along ted ourselves on a packing crate. Since bote and tting quite close, leaning against tes; Mousc us company, so a c a quarter to nine, Mr. van Daan airs and Mr. van Daan. taken t migire er and I stuck take t again o go sit in ttle intermezzo. But our fun nine-ty Peter knocked gently on to come upstairs and Englisence. quot;t sounds fis; I said to Margot. quot;Its obviously a pretext. You can tell by talking t t; I t very moment. Fater were doairs in a flas, Moted. Four frigo talk, so ts il er t all . truck quarter to ten. t bang? ere ting oo scared to t. ten oclock, footsteps on tairs. Fat;Lig, tiptoe upstairs, ing t; t time to be scared. ts c, and doairs. quot; ell us quickly!¡± to tell us; tairs. t come back up until ten past ten. t c Peters open o t. e draped a ser over our nig, and told us w had happened: Peter airs and sa a large panel airs, alerted t;; and t doairs. ered t t t;Police!quot; steps outside; t back in t notice t t kick from outside sent it flying to t ty. Boter and Mr. van Daan felt a murderous rage come over t t again. Once more ttempt side, a man and a ing up tire ; mumbled one of t noead of policemen, tairs. Dussel and Mr. van Daan snatcer opened tce office, o the bookcase. END OF PARt ONE In all probability t ed t day, Easter Monday, to be closed, be able to move around until tuesday morning. t, o sit in sucerror for a day and t simply sat tccime we ;Shh, shh.¡± It en-ty, t a sound. Fatook turns coming upstairs to us. t eleven-fifteen, a noise belosteps in te office, tcaircase. All sounds of breatopped, eigs pounded. Foot- steps on tairs, ttling at t is indescribable. quot;No; I said, and I een of us being dragged aapo t very night. More rattling at tsteps receded. e of danger, so far! A s ts of teettering, no one said a ayed like til eleven-ty. t a lig in front of t because t it looked so suspicious or because t? as anyone going to come back and turn it off? e found our tongues again. t peranding guard outside. e tried to guess rembled to ts tic, all al epaper basket. Mr. van Daan first, t Motoo embarrassed. Fat te- basket to t room, efully made use of it. Mother finally gave in. t demand for paper, and luckily I . tebasket stank, everyt on in a . quot;Lie doo sleep!quot; Margot and I lay doable legs. t quite so bad w Mrs. van Daan quietly and got some poty as a furtion. talk, inually going to try sleeping t! By ty, ired I dozed off and didnt il ty. I woke up w. quot;For o put on!quot; I said. I ask er and a black skirt, ockings and tattered kneesocks. Mrs. van D. sat back do. From ty on, and still s Mr. van Daan couldnt sleep. I urn of tell try to bribe them! quot;e s; moaned Mrs. van D. quot;Sure, in tove,quot; ans;If t as he radio!¡± quot;t; added Father. quot;So burn it,quot; suggested t terrified of the group. ttling on ts oo! t say anything more. t in recounting all tions; so muced Mrs. van Daan, alked about escaping, being interrogated by tapo, phoning Mr. Kleiman and being courageous. quot;e must beime ll be for Queen and Country, for freedom, trutice, as telling us on t h us!¡± After an c beside me. tte after anotrip to tty, and thing began allover again. Four oclock, five, five-ty. I and sat er by ened, so close ime to time and listened intently. Next door took do screen. t of everyto tell Mr. Kleiman over tended to call seven and ask o send someone over. taking a big c t ter risk t turn. Im enclosing t, but for ty, Ill copy it here. Buralary: Police in building, up to bookcase, but no fartly interrupted, forced ed; Kugler must through second door. typeer and adding mac in private office. Mieps or Beps laundry in waschen. Only Bep or Kugler o second door; lock may be broken. try to key, look around office; also feed cat. For t, everyt according to plan. Mr. Kleiman er back in t. t around table again and ed for eithe police. Peter o sleep and Mr. van Daan ANNE FRANK and I steps belo up quietly. quot;Its Jan!¡± quot;No, no, its t; they all said. t our bookcase. Miep oo much for Mrs. van Daan, ension ed anote, sed. Jan and Miep came in and ful scene. table alone o a page of dancing girls and smeared in, o combat tin, a mirror, a comb, matctes, tobacco, an ass, a flas, Mrs. van Daans comb, toilet paper, etc. Jan and Miep ed s and tears. Jan nailed a pine off again o inform te under t ciced ted to see Sleegers. So to rigransformation as in ty minutes. Margot and I got tairs, to teetraig and back upstairs. table some er, made coffee and tea, boiled t table. Fater emptied our improvised potties and rinsed ter and poo time lifting it. to make t o put it in a bucket. At eleven oclock Jan table, and gradually everyone began to relax. Jan ory to tell: Mr. Sleegers old Jan t y as nigcrols t on ell Mr. Kugler t. No one at tation seemed to kno t te to come first tuesday morning to have a look. On to run into Mr. van atoes, and told ;I kno; Mr. van hoeven calmly replied. quot;Last nig your building, I saed to I peeked inside , and ts call t it be kno I ; Jan t on. Mr. van s oes at lunc man! It ime Jan left and of us to bed. I quarter to t Mr. Dussel o run into Peter in t after hed come doairs. e agreed to meet in t and down. quot;After all till dare go to t attic?quot; , and up togeto ayed mine around quietly like til four oclock, o get us for coffee. e ate our bread, drank our lemonade and joked (o again), and for t everyto normal. t evening I ter because of us all. None of us nigruly c t at t ill no one ;No; Id moment, but once again falling, itll be every man for time Cians who are helping us. quot;eve been saved, keep on saving us!quot; ts all we can say. t about a rolling ty. Peter isnt alloo open iced it after nine-ty at nig coniger from to make a barricade out of our bedsteads. Debates are going on left and rigairs. ed, s of things. eve been strongly reminded of t t , any rig ions. e must put our feelings aside; be brave and strong, bear discomfort complaint, do rust in God. One day terrible ime Jews! ed t us apart from all t? us ts God s also God if, after all till Je, the Jewish people will be held up as an example. eac about goodness, and ts to suffer. e can never be just Dutc Englisever, t to be. Be brave! Lets remember our duty and perform it complaint. t. God ed our people. to suffer, but turies of suffering ronger. trong s be defeated! t nig I o die. I ed for ttlefield. Id gladly ry. But no Ive been spared, my first o become a Dutcizen. I love tcry, I love t to e to t give up until Ive reached my goal! Im becoming more and more independent of my parents. Young as I am, I face life ter and truer sense of justice t I , I isfied. I kno Im a rengt deal of courage! If God lets me live, Ill ac into the world and work for mankind! I no courage and ! Yours, Anne M. Frank FRIDAY, APRIL 14, 1944 Dear Kitty, Everyone ill very tense. Pim ; Mrs. van D. is lying in bed tes; Dussel, everyone; etc., etc. e seem to of luck lately. toilets leaking, and ts stuck. to our many connections, o get these repaired. Im occasionally sentimental, as you kno from time to time I o be: ting close togete among t, our arms around eacer toying h a lock of my hair; rilling trees are in bud, ws when I wish for so much! All I see around me are dissatisfied and grumpy faces, all I ifled complaints. Youd taken a sudden turn for tly, to set a good example. e eaco figure out o get tter of our own moods! Every day you ;If only it were all over!¡± ork, love, courage and hope, Make me good and help me cope! I really believe, Kit, t Im a little nutty today, and I dont knoo anotimes I seriously doubt ed in t quot;t; My diaries certainly be of muco Mr. Bolkestein or Mr. Gerbrandy.* [* Gerrit Bolkestein er of Education and Pieter Gerbrandy er of tc in exile in London. See Annes letter of March 29, 1944.] Yours, Anne M. Frank SAtURDAY, APRIL 15, 1944 Dearest Kitty, quot;t one bad ter anot all end?quot; You can sure say t again. Guess to unbolt t door. As a result, Mr. Kugler and t get in. to Kegs, smasc in t too. must thinking? And van Maaren? Mr. Kuglers furious. e accuse doing anyto reinforce the doors, and tupid ters extremely upset. At table, Mot more sorry for Peter to cry. ere equally to blame, since er on. I to help him so much! est neins about life in t Annex over t few weeks: A urday, Boc sick. quite still and started drooling. Miep immediately picked oucked o t clinic. Bocestinal problem, so t gave er gave it to imes, but Boc courting . But noo steal food and somebody smacked aken to t too, sarted getting better. e notic en sit up the evening. to rubber cement and oil paint, our toilet ; could quickly be repaired. t has been replaced. Luckily, Mr. Kleiman is feeling better. o see a specialist soon. e can only need an operation. t tation books. Unfortunately, for t tuted for oatmeal or groats. Our latest delicacy is piccalilli. If youre out of luck, all you get is a jar full of cucumber and mustard sauce. Vegetables are o come by. ttuce, lettuce and more lettuce. Our meals consist entirely of potatoes and imitation gravy. tis advancing beyond Cassino. ell o count on tern all. t of unbelievably ry of Birtcion registration cards. Enougoday. Yours, Anne M. Frank SUNDAY, APRIL 16, 1944 My dearest Kitty, Remember yesterdays date, since it ter day for me. Isnt it an important day for every girl s no less important to me. time Bram kissed me on my rigra on my rig count. ell you. Last nig eigting er on long before an arm around me. (Since it urday, tle,quot; I said, quot;so keep bumping my the cupboard.¡± ically in t I never so close as nig side against ; my o beat faster, but to come. satisfied until my op of mine. I sat up again after about five minutes, but before long ook my it back next to oo intense; clumsily, and played of time our ouching. I cant tell you, Kitty, t ran too oo. At nine-ty ood up. Peter put on ennis s make mucly round of tanding next to movement, I dont kno before doairs, core doairs looking back, and I long so mucoday. Sunday morning, just before eleven. Yours, Anne M. Frank MONDAY, APRIL 17, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Do you tting on a divan and kissing a seventeen-and- a- t I o trust my o in tter. Its so peaceful and safe, lying in s so to feel mine, its so o knoing for me. But, and t, er to leave it at t? I forgotten . . . he is a boy! I knoarting at a very young age. Not even fifteen and already so independent -- ts a little o understand. Im pretty sure Margot alk of an engagement or marriage. Neiter nor I Motouc Fat ers arms against , my mine! Oerribly s seriously, I dont ts at all s off from tely. ay apart until weve reacable age? hy should we ask anybodys permission? Ive decided to look out for my oerests. to me or make me un I do ells me and makes both of us happy? Yet I ty, t you can sense my doubt. It must be my y rising in revolt against all ts my duty to tell Fat Im up to? Do you t shird person? Mucy , but make me feel better inside? Ill bring it up h him. Oill to discuss see t of just cuddling. Ss deal of trust, but ronger because of it! Yours, Anne M. Frank P.S. e six yesterday morning, because t must im this time. seven oclock, our doors ill s tighank goodness! tUESDAY, APRIL 18,1944 Dearest Kitty, Everyt niger came again to put some ss of iron over t got tely expects large-scale operations in Russia and Italy, as , before May 20; ts, t is to imagine being liberated from this place. Yesterday Peter and I finally got around to alk poning for t ten days. I told girls, ating to discuss t intimate matters. I found it rat t out of illustrations. imagine t it ually located betual kiss, near ts really a lovely feeling! I migake my quot;favorite quotes notebookquot; up ime so Peter and I can go more deeply into matters. I dont t is very satisfying, and I he same. After our mild er too and not too cold, snut tree is in leaf, and here you can already see a few small blossoms. Bep presented us Saturday s of flos of daffodils, and one bouquet of grape h more and more newspapers. Its time to do my algebra, Kitty. Bye. Yours, Anne M. Frank EDNESDAY, APRIL 19, 1944 Dearest Darling, (ts title of a movie Kreysler, Ida ust and harald Paulsen!) could be nicer tting before an open ure, listening to the sun on your cheeks and holding a darling boy in your arms? I feel so peaceful and safe not o speak; does me so mucurbed again, not even by Mouschi. Yours, Anne M. Frank FRIDAY, APRIL 21,1944 My dearest Kitty, I stayed in bed yesterday , but since I afternoon and didnt up today. My sore t ;versc;* [* disappeared]. Yesterday, as youve probably already discovered, oday is teented t s yet been declared of age, ty off to, but cant table candidate; perer, Princess Margaret Rose, can have Crown Prince Baudouin of Belgium! er to t. No sooner side doors been reinforced tole tato flour, and noo pin t surprisingly, th rage. Perer tailed. traat imates are also too low. I to ask take one of my fairy tales, under a pseudonym, of course. But up to noales oo long, so I dont think I have much of a chance. Until t time, darling. Yours, Anne M. Frank tUESDAY, APRIL 25, 1944 Dearest Kitty, For t ten days Dussel been on speaking terms y measures since t o go doairs in ter and Mr. van Daan make t round every nig nine-ty, and after t no one may go doairs. e cant flusoilet anymore after eig niger eigs go on in Mr. Kuglers office, and tick at nig measure is t Mr. van Daan ba o blame. food t air, and t t figure out a o keep the windows open. quot;Ill o speak to Mr. Kugler about t; o me. I replied t ters of t he group. quot;Everyto talk to your fat t.¡± alloo sit in Mr. Kuglers office anymore on Saturday afternoons or Sundays, because t o be next door. Dussel promptly and sat t doairs to talk to Dussel, fall for it time. Noo a minimum because Dussel insulted one of us kno must ty awful. And to t t miserable man t gifts from people you even talk to? Mr. Voskuijl is going doure of almost a or said ion is o o only God can help him now! Ive ten an amusing story called quot;Blurry t; eners. I still on to Margot, as her. If only Peter doesnt get it. ed on a kiss, and called me call a person t, silly boy! But anyway! Yours, Anne M. Frank thURSDAY, APRIL 27, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Mrs. van D. about being able to get cougo blo s t s started, alloo look out tc., etc. e couldnt laug couldnt bad, since she soon joined in. Our recipe for potato kugel, modified due to lack of onions: Put peeled potatoes ttle dry government-issue flour and salt. Grease a mold or ovenproof disearin and bake for 21/2 ten strae. (Onions not available. Nor oil for mold or dough!) At t Im reading Emperor Cten by a professor at ty of Gottingen; forty years took me five days to read fifty pages. I cant do any more t. Since t just s going to take me. And ts not even counting t. . . very interesting! to do in take me, for example. First, I translated a passage on Nelsons last battle from Dutco English. t ter t, Cus trong, Stanislaus Leczinsky, Mazeppa, von Gorz, Bran- denburg, estern Pomerania, Eastern Pomerania and Denmark, plus tes. Next, I ants of Rio de Janeiro, Pernambuco and Sao Paulo and, last but not least, t Negroes, mulattoes, mestizos, eracy rate -- over 50 percent -- and malaria. Since I ime left, I glanced t: Jo Casimir I, up to little Margriet Franciska (born in 1943 in Ottawa). tudies in ttic, reading about deans, priests, ministers, popes and . . . w was one oclock! At t . Kitty, tell me quickly, oes does a amus have? ter t, Charles V. ter, t test, and the Missouri! Enougoday. Adieu! Yours, Anne M. Frank FRIDAY, APRIL 28, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Ive never forgotten my dream of Peter Scill feel mine, and t made up for all t. Once in a never so intensely. . . until last nigting on took her place. t or amusing, but s only to love and be gentle. I sat pressed against a ion come over me. tears ruso my eyes; t fell on trickled doo t. Did ice? to s ions unanswered. At eigy I stood up and to till trembling, I ill Anne number t c to kiss t ogeto stop, oh! Peter needs tenderness. For t time in he first time even t pests also , and are transformed as soon as t time in o anot matter, didnt knoo this . . . tion keeps nagging me: quot;Is it rig; Is it rigo yield so soon, for me to be so passionate, to be filled er? Can I, a girl, alloo go t far? t;Im longing so mucime. Im so lonely and no!¡± In t normally, in ternoons too, except no in tire day, times before come ruso t is eac, after our last kiss, I feel like running ahe darkness and alone! And s me at ttom of teen stairs? Brigs, questions and laugo act normally and notice anything. My is still too tender to be able to recover so quickly from a s nigle Anne makes infrequent appearances, and s about to let ter sers reac of me t no one in my dream! aken urned me inside out. Doesnt everyone need a little quiet time to put to riger, from me? and Bep. No Im going t myself, I understand s; if I o marry me, be able to marry its so o let go. Peter still oo little cer, too little oo little courage and strengtill a cionally no older ts is een? Am I really just a silly sc; Ive experienced somet no one my age ever has. Im afraid of myself, afraid my longing is making me yield too soon. ever go riger on? Os so ernal struggle between and mind. time and a place for bot Ive c time? Yours, Anne M. Frank MAY, 1944 tUESDAY, MAY 2, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Saturday niger us. After , I s sive. As soon as I came doairs, I o get some er. airs, I said, quot;Fat oget exactly sit at opposite ends of ts wrong?¡± Fat;No, I dont ts Anne, o be careful.quot; o t effect, and t upstairs. Sunday morning o ;Anne, Ive been t ; (O ;s not suc you friends. Is Peter in love h you?¡± quot;Of course not,quot; I answered. quot;ell, you knoand bot you must be to sraint; dont go upstairs so often, dont encourage ters like ts alakes tive role, and its up to to set ts. Outside, . You see otdoors, take part in sports and all kinds of activities. But ogetoo muc to get a. You see eacime, in fact. Be careful, Anne, and dont take it too seriously! quot;I dont, Fat Peters a decent boy, a nice boy.¡± quot;Yes, but rengter. o do good, but also to do bad. I ays good, because ; e talked some more and agreed t Fato oo. Sunday afternoon tic, Peter asked, quot;alked to your Fat, Anne?¡± quot;Yes,quot; I replied, quot;Ill tell you all about it. ts ers, it could lead to conflicts.¡± quot;eve already agreed not to quarrel, and I plan to keep my promise.¡± quot;Me too, Peter. But Fat t friends. Do you till can be?¡± quot;Yes, I do. you?¡± quot;Me too. I also told Fat I trust you. I do trust you, Peter, just as mucrust. You are, arent you?¡± quot;I ; (he was very shy, and blushing.) quot;I believe in you, Peter,quot; I continued. quot;I believe you er and t youll get ahis world.¡± After t alked about oter I said, quot;If out of give me anot.¡± all fired up. quot;ts not true, Anne. O let you even t about me!¡± Just then somebody called us. Fatalk to old me Monday. quot;Your Fat our friends turn into love,quot; ;But I told rol.¡± Fats me to stop going upstairs so often, but I dont to. Not just because I like being er, but because Ive said I trust rust to prove it to Ill never be able to if I stay doairs out of distrust. No, Im going! In time, turday evening at dinner he apologized in beautiful Dutcely reconciled. Dussel must all day practicing his speech. Sunday, incident. e gave tle of good after all) presented o make lemonade), Miep a book, Little Martin, and Bep a plant. reated everyone to an egg. Yours, Anne M. Frank EDNESDAY, MAY 3, 1944 Dearest Kitty, First tion from politics. tely noto report. Im also gradually starting to believe t ter all, t let ty work; actually, t doing anyt t either. Mr. Kleiman comes to t a ne of springs for Peters divan, so Peter to ; Not surprisingly, at all in t some flea pos. old you t our Boc seen t urned o a tasty dis will be wearing a cap made of Bocer is broken. For t ting lunc eleven-ty on Saturdays; in to make do cereal. Starting tomorroll be like t saves us a meal. Vegetables are still very o come by. ternoon en boiled lettuce. Ordinary lettuce, spinac- tuce, ts all to t rotten potatoes, and you for a king! I it finally started last Sunday. Despite t deserted me. As you can no doubt imagine, en say in despair, quot;s t of the war? people live togetruction?quot; tion is understandable, but up to noory anster airplanes and bombs and at time c neion? on t a penny is available for medical science, artists or to starve ting as of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy? I dont believe ticians and capitalists. O as guilty; otions ive urge in people, to rage, murder and kill. And until all of y, exception, undergoes a metamorpinue to be up, cultivated and gro doroyed, only to start allover again! Ive often been do never desperate. I look upon our life in eresting adventure, full of danger and romance, and every privation as an amusing addition to my diary. Ive made up my mind to lead a different life from ot to become an ordinary er on. Im experiencing o an interesting life, and ts to laug t dangerous moments. Im young and ies; Im young and strong and living ture; Im rig and cant spend all day complaining because its impossible to ion and strengturing, I feel liberation dray of nature and t a fascinating and amusing adventure t, why should I despair? Yours, Anne M. Frank FRIDAY, MAY 5, 1944 Dear Kitty, Fater our talk on Sunday Id stop going upstairs every evening. quot;Knutsc;* [* Necking] going on. I cant stand t alking about it oo! Ill oday. Margot gave me some good advice. Id like to say: I t an explanation from me, Fated in me, you expected more restraint from me, you no doubt me to act teen-year-old is supposed to. But ts where youre wrong! Since nig I and my ing to go upstairs! Ive no of Mot didnt . Ive struggled long and ears to become as independent as I am no I dont care. I kno person, and I dont feel I need to account to you for my actions. Im only telling you t you to t table to, and ts me. includes you -- closed t rary, all I ever got ions not to be so noisy. I o keep myself from being miserable all time. I to keep from o listen to tting on an act for t year and a . Ive never complained or dropped my mask, nottle is over. Ive , in bot need a motruggle a stronger person. No its over, no I knotle to go my oo follo seems rigo me. Dont teen-year-old, since all troubles regret my actions, Ill behink I should! Gentle persuasion keep me from going upstairs. Youll eito forbid it, or trust me tever you do, just leave me alone! Yours, Anne M. Frank SAtURDAY, MAY 6, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Last nigucked tter Id ten into Fat. According to Margot, and for t of tairs doing t t of sucle would be. ive! I immediately told Peter not to ask any questions or say anyto me about tter. Is o? Everyto normal. e can Jan, Mr. Kugler and Mr. Kleiman tell us about tside; ea costs 350.00 guilders, ter 35.00 guilders, one egg 1.45 guilders. People are paying 14.00 guilders an ounce for Bulgarian tobacco! Everyones trading on t; every errand boy o offer. ts for one measly skein-t ion books, an undertaker delivers cs are daily occurrences. Even t cting in on t. Everyone s to put food in tomaco resort to srying to track doeen, sixteen, seventeen and older wed missing every day. I to try to finisory about Ellen, t for fun, I can give it to Fatogets. See you later! (Actually, ts not t p from England t;Aufil e again.quot;) Yours, Anne M. Frank SUNDAY MORNING, MAY 7,1944 Dearest Kitty, Fatalk yesterday afternoon. I cried my eyes out, and oo. Do you knoty? quot;Ive received many letters in my lifetime, but none as ful as ts. You, er alk of not o account to us for your actions! You feel youve been to your o injustice! quot;Per mean it t ts e. No, Anne, we o deserve suc; O tire life. I used my tears to so make myself seem important so me. Ive certainly Motrue. But to accuse Pim, oo cruel for words. Its good t somebody me doo size, oo smug. Not everytress Anne does is good! Any- one of the low! Im most aso tter in tove, and o me noo learn. Its time you made a beginning, in- stead of looking do othe blame! Ive kno of sorro my age? Ive been putting on an act, but lonely, but never desperate! Not like Fat into treet an end to it all. Ive never gone t far. I ss done cant be undone, but at least you can keep it from o start all over, and t s be difficult, no I er. iting me, I kno! Im not alone anymore. ing and my diary. Im not all t ugly, or t stupid, I ion, and I to develop a good cer! Yes, Anne, you kne your letter rue, but you ually proud of it! Ill take Father as my example once again, and I will improve myself. Yours, Anne M. Frank MONDAY, MAY 8, 1944 Dearest Kitty, old you anyt our family? I dont t me begin. Fat am Main to very s: Michael Frank owned a bank and became a millionaire, and Alice Sterns parents and o-do. Mic start out ricies every s, beautiful girls, zing, dinners, a c. After Grandpa died, most of t, and after t ar and inflation t at all. Up until till quite a feremely time in y-five years, t table. Mot as still fairly ened openmouto stories of private balls, dinners and engagement parties s. ere far from ric Ive pinned all my er t so set on a bourgeois life as Mot. Id like to spend a year in Paris and London learning tudying art ory. Compare t , o nurse neine. I still ing people. As Ive told you many times before, I to see ting ttle money ! told us about party, o on Saturday. ts are ricer telling us about t able soup balls, c, beef, rolls tes, and you could eat as muced. Miep drank ten sctes -- could temperance advocate? If Miep drank all to toss do ty tle tipsy, of course. took pograps, since sly noted tacts ch people. Our moutering so muc t and ely famis not amins!) and rotten pota- toes day after day; omac boiled lettuce, ratuce, spinacrong as Popeye, to no! If Miep aken us along to ty, t over for ts. If c, including ture. I tell you, ically pulling t out of hered around her as if wed never in all our lives heard of¡± delicious food or elegant people! And ters of tinguishe world is a crazy place! Yours, Anne M. Frank tUESDAY, MAY 9, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Ive finisory about Ellen, t out on nice notepaper, decorated it ogete pretty, but I dont knos enoug. Margot and Motten poems. Mr. Kugler came upstairs ternoon starting Monday, Mrs. Broks o spend t imagine! taff be able to come upstairs, tatoes cant be delivered, Bep get go to t be able to move and all sorts of oty of o get rid of a good laxative in do trick. quot;No,quot; Mr. Kleiman ans;please dont, or he can. A roar of laug;t; Mrs. van D. asked. quot; does t mean?quot; An explanation ;Is it all rigo use t ; s innocence. quot;Just imagine,quot; Bep giggled, quot;t to t even knoalking about!¡± Dussel nos on t;can,quot; to borro ty on t. ternoon I boldly took a piece of pink paper and e: Mr. Dussels toilet timetable Mornings from 7: 15 to 7:30 A.M. Afternoons after 1 P.M. Otherwise, only as needed! I tacked to till inside. I migransgressors to confinement!quot; Because our batside. Mr. van Daans latest joke: After a Bible lesson about Adam and Eve, a teen-year-old boy asked ;tell me, Fat born?¡± quot;ell,quot; t;tork plucked you out of t you do bled so muco stay in bed for a week.¡± Not fully satisfied, t to ;tell me, Mot; ; born and born?¡± old ory. Finally, o s, to ;tell me, Grandfat; ; born and er get born?quot; And for time old exactly tory. t nige in ;After careful inquiry, I must conclude t tercourse in our family for t tions!¡± I still o do; its already three oclock. Yours, Anne M. Frank PS. Since I tioned t to note t sy years old and , in vie eight people in hiding are capable of mak- ing. O, its sucside! EDNESDAY, MAY 10, 1944 Dearest Kitty, e ting in ttic yesterday afternoon er of er beer mig pausing to reply, o t-ter -- and shoved Mouscting beside ter box, back to t place. ts and squeals, and t time ook off doairs. In searco over a crack in tely trickled doo ttic and, as luck to tato barrel. ttic floor its stle yelloo table, betockings and books. I er, it er armed er, powdered bleach, and Mr. van Daan trying to calm everyone do to rig its a t cat puddles stink to atoes proved t all too ed in a bucket and brougairs to burn. Poor Mousco knos impossible to get peat for your box? Anne thURSDAY, MAY 11, 1944 Dearest Kitty, A neco make you laugh: Peters o be cut, and as usual o be t seven ty-five Peter vaniso troke of seven-ty, stripped doo runks and a pair of tennis shoes. quot;Are you coming?quot; her. quot;Yes, Ill be up in a minute, but I cant find the scissors!¡± Peter ics dra;Dont make sucer,quot; she grumbled. I didnt catcers reply, but it must , because s, and Peter pulled ;Come on, old girl!quot; Mrs. van D. stayed put. Peter grabbed s and pulled noter led tic stairs, go of her. Mrs. van D. came back to to a ch a loud sigh. quot;Die Enifuquot;ter,quot;. I joked. [* tion of Moto Mozarts opera tion from t;Yes, but me.¡± I to , red s er. Peter, still by tairs and groient again, strode into t in amer. Mrs. van D. didnt move, but stayed by ing desk, looking for a ;Youve got to apologize first.¡± quot;All rig only because if I dont, .¡± Mrs. van D. o lauge of up and to obliged to give us an explanation. (By us I mean Fat; like t ; s;Id ed airs [!]. . t t time s . Did you treat your mot ; S, pacing back and fortever came into ill gone upstairs. Finally, at long last, s. Less tes later sormed back doairs, , and flung sairs. Sore doairs like a tornado, probably straigo tti. S come up again until eigime er tic, given a merciless scolding and s, no-good bum, bad example, Anne t t, I couldnt . Everyto oday! Yours, Anne M. Frank P.S. tuesday and ednesday evening our beloved Queen addressed try. Saking a vacation so surn to therlands. S;soon, ;a s liberation,quot; quot;heroism¡± and quot;heavy burdens.¡± ter Gerbrandy. tle c Motinctively said, quot;Ooo; A clergyman, ake care of tration camps and prisons and everyone working in Germany. thURSDAY, MAY 11, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Since Ive left my entire quot;junk boxquot; -- including my fountain pen -- upstairs and Im not alloo disturb time (until ty), youll o make do ter in pencil. Im terribly busy at t, and strange as it may sound, I dont ime to get tell you briefly to do? ell tomorrourned to tarted reading it yesterday and ten up to page 220 out of 320 pages, so Ill manage it. Next ine at t, I finis volume of a biograperday, and I still o ts Ive collected and tes Ive taken. Next I o be ten doars are in a terrible disarray and are dying to be straig, but since itll take several days to do t and Professor Anne is, as so o put up ing to be untangled, since ticolored tly in need of attention, or else Ill forget entirely into ture. to tting everyt can you do imagine ful Ill be wy! O going to take before I come to tory of t do they mean by Sodom and Gomorrah? Oh, till so muco find out and learn. And in time, Ive left Cte of tine in the lurch. You can see, cant you, Kitty, t Im full to bursting? And noime t my greatest , and later on, a famous er. ell o and see if true, but up to now Ive opics. In any case, after to publis Annex. It remains to be seen he basis. I also need to finis;Cadys Life.quot; Ive t up t of t. After being cured in torium, Cady goes back inues ing to s 1941, and it doesnt take o discover of ting apart. t and get back toget break up tered, and because ss to udies nursing. After graduation ss a position, at tB sanatorium in Szerland. During vacation so Lake Como, ook of depression. No tle Cady again, e of er Cady learns t ruggling h. y-seven, Cady marries a o-do man from try, named Simon. So love not as muc il one night she dreams of him and says farewell. . . . Its not sentimental nonsense: its based on tory of Fathers life. Yours, Anne M. Frank SAtURDAY, MAY 13, 1944 My dearest Kitty, Yesterday eent ts never snut tree is in full bloom. Its covered iful t year. Fature from Mr. Kugler, terdam from Dussel, a ifully it migaining ttle of beer, a jar of yogurt and a green tie. It made our jar of molasses seem ratry. My roses smelled o Miep and Beps red carnations. y petits fours arrived from Siemons Bakery, delicious! Fatreated us to spice cake, to beer and to yogurt. Everytious! Yours, Anne M. Frank tUESDAY, MAY 16, 1944 My dearest Kitty, just for a c a little discussion bet night: Mrs. van D.: quot;ty of time to fortify tlantic all, and tainly do everyto iss amazing rong the Germans are!¡± Mr. van D.: quot;Oh, yes, amazing. Mrs. van D.: quot;It is!¡± Mr. van D.: quot;trong to w you mean?¡± Mrs. van D.: quot;t. Im not convinced t t.¡± Mr. van D.: quot;I even ans.¡± Mrs. van D.: quot;You al yourself get carried aime.quot; Mr. van D.: quot;No, I dont. I alo the bare minimum.¡± Mrs. van D.: quot;But you al! Your predictions rue, you know!¡± Mr. van D.: quot;So far they have.¡± Mrs. van D.: quot;No t. You said to start last year, to of talian campaign ougo er, and tured Lemberg. O set mucore by your predictions.¡± Mr. van D. (leaping to ): quot; you s your trap for a c; someday youll get tired of needling me. I cant stand your bellyace longer. just , one day Ill make you eat your ; (End of Act One.) Actually, I couldnt eiter ing o keep from laugupid groo learn a fe before tart making so many remarks about tion! Since Friday night. Yours, Anne M. Frank Our Annex Family Is Interested In (A Systematic Survey of Courses and Readina Matter) Mr. van Daan. No courses; looks up many things in Knaurs Encyclopedia and Lexicon; likes to read detective stories, medical books and love stories, exciting or trivial. Mrs. van Daan. A correspondence course in Engliso read biographer kinds of novels. Mr. Frank. Is learning Englis of Latin; never reads novels, but likes serious, rations of people and places. Mrs. Frank. A correspondence course in Englis detective stories. Mr. Dussel. Is learning Englisciceable results; reads everyty. Peter van Daan. Is learning Engliscimes matimes geography. Margot Frank. Correspondence courses in Englisin, scrigonometry, solid geometry, mecry, algebra, geometry, Engliserature, Frencerature, German literature, Dutcerature, bookkeeping, geograpory, biology, economics; reads everything, preferably on religion and medicine. Anne Frank. Scry, algebra, ory, geograp ory, mytory, Dutcerature; likes to read biograping, and ory books (sometimes novels and light reading). FRIDAY, MAY 19, 1944 Dearest Kitty, I felt rotten yesterday. Vomiting (and t from Anne!), omacter today. Im famis I the brown beans were having for dinner. Everyter and me. ter need for tenderness till bluss kiss, and tter substitute for Boc mind. knowing somebody loves him. After my laborious conquest, Ive distanced myself a little from tuation, but you mustnt ters a s, but Ive slammed to my inner self; if s to force to use a harder crowbar! Yours, Anne M. Frank SAtURDAY, MAY 20, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Last nigtic, I noticed, t I entered t tions er and Margot ire genealogy file, my notebooks, my books, everyt. I nearly cried, and I I started speaking German. I cant remember a according to Margot I babbled somet quot;unlioersesetzliczenquot;* [* Incalculable loss, terrible, a laug joined in, but I felt like crying because all my e notes . I took a closer look and, luckily, die quot;incalculable lossquot; as bad as Id expected. Up in die attic I carefully peeled apart die ss of paper diat uck togedier and dien o dry. It te. quot;Its Rassensc;* Mr. van Daan joked. [An affront to racial purity.] After entrusting my papers to Peters care, I back doairs. quot;; I asked Margot, whem. quot;Algebra,quot; Margot said. But as luck entirely ruined. I one. Inside t cover are t least ty girls s old, yello time Im in a o tear to pieces! Yours, Anne M. Frank MONDAY, MAY 22,1944 Dearest Kitty, On May 20, Fat and o give five jars of yogurt to Mrs. van Daan: till begun. I can safely say t all of Amsterdam, all of tire ern coast of Europe, all to Spain, are talking about t, debating, making bets and . . . hoping. to fever pitc;goodquot; Dutc t everyone terful strategical move. O deeds-great, heroic deeds. No one can see fart to t t tising for try and ts Englands duty to save obligations do to? Ocaken. te tainly no more to blame for tries, large and small, t are nois about to offer true, tself, but all tries, especially too. England and t of t burying your rich policy. No country sacrifices its men reason, and certainly not in terests of anotion. tion and freedom England, not territories, will c. to our great sorroitude toold t anti-Semitism red is understandable, maybe even t doesnt make it rigo tians, ts to to suffer te and puniss t ed out to so many. All of true. But as tter from botians act any differently if tians, remain silent in ts practically impossible, so whe Jews? Its being said in underground circles t ted to to Poland s be alloo return here. ted t to asylum in once ler is gone, to Germany. , you begin to old t ice! the even over, and already ts sad, very sad t teentime: quot; one Cian does is one Jes on all Jews.¡± to be , I cant understand cion of good, , uprig in judgment on us t oppressed, unfortunate and pitiable people in all the world. I ti-Semitism is just a passing t tcrue colors, t t ts to be just, for t! And if t terrible t, till left in o go. e too ry, urns its back on us. I love o me, since I my own. And I ill! Yours, Anne M. Frank thURSDAY, MAY 25, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Beps engaged! t mucicularly pleased. Bertus may be a nice, steady, atic young man, but Bep doesnt love o me ts enougo advise marrying him. Beps trying to get aus is pulling any interests or any desire to make somet tll make Bep and Beps ing to put an end to o e t even worse. So se ter, and now shes engaged. tors involved in t. First, Beps sick fatus very muc of teases being an old maid. t turned ty-four, and t matters a great deal to Bep. Mot er if Bep us. I dont knoand married only after tus is in any rate o t. a sorry prospect for Bep, for o appreciate her! Yours, Anne M. Frank ted. also because its terrible for Mr. van hoeven. turned upside do decent people are being sent to concentration camps, prisons and lonely cells, s caugeering, anotunate souls. Unless youre a Nazi, you dont knoo o you from one day to t. Mr. van loss to us too. Bep cant possibly lug sucs of potatoes all to, so our only co eat feell you s certainly not going to make life , eat cereal and bread for luncatoes for dinner and, if possible, vegetables or lettuce once or ts all to be not. Yours, Anne M. Frank FRIDAY, MAY 26, 1944 My dearest Kitty, At long, long last, I can sit quietly at my table before te you everyt to say. I feel more miserable ter t feel so utterly broken, inside and out. On t Mr. van ion (ension, tmospment in Peter. On t, tecost reception, tories about cabarets, movies and concerts. t gap, t enormous gap, is al t day (and tened, and tension and despair can be read on our faces. Miep and Mr. Kugler bear test burden for us, and for all t of us, ension and strain. Mr. Kleiman and Bep also take very good care of us, but to put t of ts only for a fe t. But tings, ts tension is sometimes relieved, if only for a s wo years weve been press I down on us? t run ter, or if rickle; flusoilet, so oilet brusting our dirty er into a big eartoday, but on ation Department cant come until tuesday. Miep sent us a raisin bread ;ecostquot; ten on top. Its almost as if s;happy.¡± eve all become more frig;s; from all I sides, and ly. t as easily do t oo! will we do if were ever. . . no, I mustnt e t do tion let itself be puso today; on trary, all t is looming before me in all its horror. I o go doairs alone at eigo use tening to ted to be brave, but it erious muffied sounds from upstairs and treet, I o o keep from getting the shivers. Miep ing muco I told you about t yet. Miep came up one afternoon all flusraig if too ed anti-Semitism. Fatunned and quickly talked of t some of Mieps suspicion erest in our troubles, tainly s botheyre such good, noble people! Ive asked myself again and again ter if o o go t t ill love life, forgotten ture, and we keep hing. Let somety. Let t least to be tors or the vanquished. Yours, Anne M. Frank EDNESDAY, MAY 31, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and tuesday it oo to ain pen, e to you. Friday turday t in ternoon and told us a lot about Jopiej so make sure t been a break-in and stayed for breakfast. Monday (a ecost), Mr. Gies served as tcuesday o open tecost iful and ;quot; is a better o give you an idea of ts, Ill briefly describe tering days. Saturday: quot;onderful, astic ; ;If only it quite so ,quot; ernoon, wo be s. Sunday: quot;ts unbearable, tters melt- ing, t a cool spot any be opened. e poor outcasts are suffocating .quot; (According to Mrs. van D.) Monday: quot;My feet , I o do t!quot; Grumbling from early in to late at nig was awful. I cant stand t. Im glad today, but t till shining. Yours, Anne M. Frank JUNE, 1944 FRIDAY, JUNE 2, 1944 J Dear Kitty, quot;If youre going to ttic, take an umbrella ; to protect you from quot;; tc;; but it obviously doesnt apply to ime (guns!) and to people in box!). Mouscten into t of relieving o fear tters and, even encje in t ts not permeate this house. I also ion for gunfire jitters: ing gets loud, proceed to t aircase. Run up and doimes, making sure to stumble at least once. c even be able to ing, muc it. Yours truly to use, success! Yours, Anne M. Frank MONDAY, JUNE 5, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Nehe division of butter. Capitulation on t of Dussel. Close friendster and Mrs. van Daan, flirtations, kisses and friendly little smiles. Dussel is beginning to long for female companionship. t see y. Mood upstairs: bad. Mrs. van D. tablets, w none. taken Rome. ty neitroyed nor bombed. Great propaganda for ler. Very featoes and vegetables. One loaf of bread was moldy. Scje (name of ne stand pepper. S box and does o keep her. Bad inuous bombing of Pas de Calais and t coast of France. No one buying dollars. Gold even less interesting. ttom of our black moneybox is in sig are o live on next month? Yours, Anne M. Frank tUESDAY, JUNE 6, 1944 My dearest Kitty, quot;t; t twelve. quot;t; the invasion has begun! t eigised ionary measure for territories, everyone living y miles from t o prepare for bombardments. iss an ime. According to tisroopers of France. quot;Britis are engaged in combat s,quot; according to the BBC. Conclusion reacing at nine: trial landing, like two years ago in Dieppe. BBC broadcast in German, Dutc ten: t;realquot; invasion. BBC broadcast in German at eleven: speec Eisenhower. BBC broadcast in Englis;t; General Eiseno t;Stiff fig after tory. te victory. Good luck!¡± BBC broadcast in Englis one: 11,000 planes are stling back and fortanding by to land troops and bomb be and small boats are continually arriving in t not least, Churchill. A ion in ted liberation? tion alked so muc, oo good, too mucale ever to come true? ill tory? e dont kno. But rong again. ell need to be brave to endure t to come. Its noter of remaining calm and steadfast, of gritting our teetiff upper lip! France, Russia, Italy, and even Germany, can cry out in agony, but yet right! Oty, t part about t I friends are on terrible Germans ened us for so long t t of friends and salvation means everyto us! Nos not just t says, I can even go back to scober or September. Yours, Anne M. Frank P.S. Ill keep you informed of test news! t nigrae t the ground. Many paratroopers, t be seen in t ons of bombs during t, and t six in t landing craft came asoday tion. tal batteries royed even before te t;one will and one hope.¡± FRIDAY, JUNE 9, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Great neaken Bayeux, a village on t of France, and are noo cut off ted. Every evening ts report on ties, ting spirit of to get tories, t amazing feats. A fee tly back and fort Ced to land along roops on D Day, but Eiseno talk of it. Just imagine, so muc be at least seventy! tement ; still, s about time! Mrs. van Daans constant griping is unbearable; no s t in a bucket of cold er! Everyone in t Mr. van Daan and Peter rilogy, a biograpuoso and c. Its very interesting, t too muc only test and most famous pianist of ime, ty. ess Marie d Agoult, Princess Carolyne Sayn- ittgenstein, tez, t Agnes King Soper, tress Lilla c., and to it. ts of ts are muceresting. Some of tioned are Scor Berlioz, Joon Rubinstein, Frederic Cor c., etc. Liszt appears to man, very generous and modest, tionally vain. art above all else, remely fond of cognac and bear t of tears, leman, couldnt refuse anyone a favor, interested in money and cared about religious freedom and the world. Yours, Anne M. Frank 314 ANNE FRANK tUESDAY, JUNE 13, 1944 Dearest Kit, Anoteen. I received quite a fes: Springers five-volume art ory book, a set of unders, a , a jar of jam, t from Margot, a sticker album from t and s peas from Dussel, candy from Miep, candy and notebooks from Bep, and t: ter gave me a lovely bouquet of peonies; t a lot of effort into finding a present, but note . till going splendidly, in spite of ther -- pouring rains, gale winds and high seas. Yesterday Cs, Eisened t tisured and liberated. Corpedo boat t s. Uke many men, seem to knorait! From our position Annex, its difficult to gauge tch. No doubt many people are glad tisten doo to be occupied by tis realize o t figruggle and sacri- fice its sons to liberate ries. After t tis remain in hol- land: t abject apologies to all tries, restore tc Indies to its rigurn, , as Ive already said, many Dutced among t would s neighbors if England reaty s unity to do? would ! All tcill look dois England and its government of old fogies, call t e t raig their jumbled brains! iss, accusations and reproac really as conceited as many people ts and scomings better t t I to cly! , I often ask myself, t everyone still t-all? Am I really so arrogant? Am I t, or are they? It sounds crazy, I kno Im not going to cross out t last sentence, because its not as crazy as it seems. Mrs. van Daan and Dussel, my totally unintelligent and, not to put too fine a point on it, just plain quot;stupidquot;! Stupid people usually cant bear it examples of two dummies, Mrs. van Daan and Dussel. Mrs. van D. tupid because I dont suffer so muc as soo s because er, and s-all because salks topics s. t one of my favorite sayings is quot;; and I readily admit Im a kno-all. s so difficult about my personality is t I scold and curse myself muc I despair of ever getting talk back and start contradicting everyone until tably crops up again: quot;No one understands me!¡± t of me, and as unlikely as it may seem, trut. Sometimes Im so deeply buried under self-reproac I long for a to again. If only I ook my feelings seriously. Alas, I yet found t person, so t go on. I kno Peter, arent you, Kit? Its true, Peter loves me, not as a girlfriend, but as a friend. ion gro some mysterious force is kno is. Sometimes I terrible longing for ed. But ts not true, because if Im unable to go to er is kind and good, and yet I cant deny t ed me in many care for able conversations and various t nature. Still, Im firmly convinced t ick to our agreement never to quarrel. Peter is peace-loving, tolerant and extremely easygoing. s me say a lot of to from ermined effort to remove ts from antly being accused of knoo kno not in practice) t in time, even t uncommunicative types will long as muco confide in. Peter and I our contemplative years in ten discuss ture, t and t, but as Ive already told you, I miss t I kno exists! Is it because I been outdoors for so long t Ive become so smitten ure? I remember a time ivated me. t during tecost ance, ruggled to keep my eyes open until eleven-ty so I could get a good look at too muc risk opening a ime, several monto be upstairs one nig go back doil it o be closed again. t time in a year and a Id seen t face-to-face. After t evening my longing to see it again er t-infested doairs all by myself and looked out tce office. Many people ture is beautiful, many people sleep from time to time under tarry sky, and many people in als and prisons long for to enjoy ure o offer. But feed and cut off as ure, which can be shared by rich and poor alike. Its not just my imagination -- looking at dle sky, dle clouds, dle moon and dle stars really does make me feel calm and s mucter medicine ture makes me feel o face every bloh courage! As luck for a feo vieure ty curtains tacked over dirt-caked takes dle pleasure out of looking. Nature is dle one titute! One of dle many questions t en bodlered me is to be so inferior to men. Its easy to say its unfair, but ts not enougo kno injustice! Men presumably dominated er prengts men w chey please. . . Until recently, ly along upid, since ts kept up, trenc becomes. Fortunately, education, ed equal rig also men, noo tolerate tate of affairs for so long. Modern t to be completely independent! But ts not all. omen sed as eem in all parts oft ed immortal fame, martyrs are revered, but oo as soldiers? In t I ly struck by t t in cs pain? Ss pusy is gone. omen, o ensure tinuation of touging together! I dont mean to imply t ure intended to, and ts t s I condemn are our system of values and t ackno, but ultimately beautiful womens sy is. I agree completely men must learn t birt of as inevitable and unavoidable in ts of ts easy for men to talk -- t and never women do! I believe t in t century tion t its a y to and admiration of all or a lot of pompous words! Yours, Anne M. Frank FRIDAY, JUNE 16, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Ne s end. Salking about getting s, being t Peter confides in me and not in Dussel doesnt re- spond sufficiently to ations and afraid o squander all t money on to- bacco. Sarts allover again. on earty? Nobody takes rengter, so one and all, and you sen Lyzeum, yon vorne Museum.* [Acts like a scers becoming insolent, Mr. van Daan irritable and Mote a state! to remember: laug everyt everybody else! It sounds egotistical, but its actually ty. Mr. Kuglers supposed to spend four ail. rying to get out of it ors certificate and a letter from Opekta. Mr. Kleimans omaced on soon. Starting at eleven last nige p off. Yours, Anne M. Frank FRIDAY, JUNE 23, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Notis attack on Co Pim and Mr. van Oaan, o be liberated before October 10. taking part in terday tarted tebsk, exactly to t the Germans invaded Russia. Beps spirits of potatoes; from noo count t for eac t arting Monday, Mieps taking a ion. Mr. Kleimans doctors found anytorn betting matters take their course. Yours, Anne M. Frank tUESDAY, JUNE 27, 1944 My dearest Kitty, tebsk and Zoday. to ured lots of men and equipment. Five German generals aken captive. No t a isever t on sentin Peninsula ured just ter t a feat! In t been a day rain and storms, neit t kept tis. And a little firecracker like t , except maybe minor damage in England and screaming newspapers. Anylandquot; t tting closer, ts. All German ary are being evacuated, togetal regions to t* [* tcional Socialist (Nazi) Party] if t. Is t fat pig planning to fig in Russia long before nourned doime ago, and noiations have been broken off again. theyll be sorry! hink well be on July 27? Yours, Anne M. Frank FRIDAY, JUNE 30, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Bad a stretco ty June* [Annes Englis I say t le Englis to prove it Im reading An Ideal ionary! ars going wonderfully: Bobruysk, Mogilev and Orss of prisoners. Everyt s are improving, our superoptimists are triump, ts s test news! Ive been ly root-canal teets been terribly painful. It I o faint, and I nearly did. Mrs. van D. promptly got a toothache as well! Yours, Anne M. Frank P.S. eve Bernd* [Cousin Bern of t;artistic leanings,quot; says Mother. JULY, 1944 thURSDAY, JULY 6, 1944 Dearest Kitty, My blood runs cold alks about becoming a criminal or a speculator; of course, I still he feeling hes afraid of his own weakness. Margot and Peter are alo me, quot;If I rength, if I had your drive and unflagging energy, could. . . Is it really sucrait not to let myself be influenced by ot in following my own conscience? to be , I cant imagine ;Im ; and tay t about yourself, ;Because its muc to!quot; t mean a life of deceit and laziness is easy too? O cant be true. It cant be true t people are so readily tempted by ease. . . and money. Ive given a lot of t to er to believe in of all, to cter. I dont knorack. Ive often imagined o confide everyto me. But no its reac point, I realize it is to put yourself in someope elses s ans;easyquot; and quot;money¡± are neely alien concepts to me. Peters beginning to lean on me and I dont t, not under any circumstances. Its anding on your o, but rue to your cer and soul, its ill. Ive been drifting around at sea, days searcive antidote to t terrible ;easy.quot; clear to , o a place y, so far do o the surface again? ere all alive, but know w for; were all searching for happiness; are different and yet tunity to get an education and make someto . . . . And ts somet acaking t. Earning speculating and being lazy. Laziness may look inviting, but only rue satisfaction. I cant understand people o t isnt Peters problem either. doesnt oo stupid and inferior to ever ac feels to make someone else teac religious, scoffs at Jesus C and takes t Ort s me every time to see ched. People y to believe in a even o live in fear of eternal punis; ts of purgatory, for many people to accept, yet religion itself, any religion, keeps a person on t pat t up to revies and omatically try to do better at tart of eacer a o tion; it costs notely useful. t kno by experience t quot;a quiet conscience gives you strengt; Yours, Anne M. Frank SAtURDAY, JULY 8, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Mr. Broks o get ra tion. ty and full of sand, but in large quantities. No less ty-four crates for t very same evening six jars and made eig morning Miep started making jam for the office. At ty tside door es o tcer, Fatumbling up tairs. Anne got er from ter er, Margotquot;quot;, for a bucket, all omacered tcer: tingent and toget in tains and rembling ement. I kept t;Are be feels o tairs, racable. At least ts o be doing, but more o to ts. to need anot soon. Peter back doairs, but t er raced upstairs and s t kicking our iently; traing to be rinsed, but uck to t;No running er airs -- t he drains.¡± Jan came up at one to tell us it er airs again. Ding-dong. . . t-face. I listened to anding first at t top of tairs. Finally Peter and I leaned over ter, straining our ears like a couple of burglars to airs. No unfamter tip- toed airs and called out, quot;Bep!¡± Once more: quot;Bep!quot; by t in tco tc c;Go upstairs at once, Peter, tants to leave!quot; It airs and closed the bookcase. Mr. Kugler finally came up at one-ty. quot;My gosurned to stra, Jans ing tairs to get a red and w do I see? People wasrawberries!¡± t of tra evening: two jars came unsealed. Faturned to jam. t morning: t afternoon: four lids. Mr. van Daan gotten t enougerte cereal ratermilk rarara, strara strararaed or in jars, safely under lock and key. quot;; Margot called out one day, quot;Mrs. van us y pounds!¡± quot;ts nice of ; I replied. And it certainly its so much work. . . ugh! quot;On Saturday, youve aJI got to s; Mot table. And sure enouger breakfast our biggest enamel pan appeared on table, filled to t to try removing t t once youve pulled out t, delicious and ricamins. But an even greater advantage is t you get nearly times as muc just the peas. Stripping pods is a precise and meticulous job t miged to pedantic dentists or finicky spice experts, but its a ient teenager like me. e started nine-ty; I sat do ten-ty, got Up again at eleven, sat do eleven-ty. My ears ring, pod in trip tring, pod in tc., etc. My eyes ring, rotten pod, green, green. to figo do, I ctered all morn- ing, saying o my ony ring I pulled made me more certain t I never, ever, to be just a housewife! At te breakfast, but from ty to one-fifteen rip pods again. opped, I felt a bit seasick, and so did til four, still in a daze because of tched peas. Yours, Anne M. Frank SAtURDAY, JULY 15,1944 Dearest Kitty, eve received a book from title Do You to discuss t today. ter criticizes quot;todays yout; from o toe, t dismissing t;; On trary, s o build a bigger, better and more beautiful t t giving a t to true beauty. In some passages I rong feeling t ter ing me, o bare my soul to you and defend myself against ttack. I standing cer trait t must be obvious to anyone cranger. I can stand c across from t being biased or making excuses, c sime I open my mout;You s differentlyquot; or quot;ts fine t is.quot; I condemn myself in so many Im beginning to realize trut;Every co raise itself.quot; Parents can only advise t t direction. Ultimately, people sers. In addition, I face life raordinary amount of courage. I feel so strong and capable of bearing burdens, so young and free! realized t means I can more easily and tore. But Ive talked about ten. Noo turn to ter quot;Fat Understand Me.quot; My parents ten, treated me kindly, defended me against t parents can. And yet for t time Ive felt extremely lonely, left out, neglected and misunderstood. Fato curb my rebellious spirit, but it and looking at w I was doing wrong. Fat me in my struggle? o offer me a alked to me as if I o see t truggle to triumpies ant to me thing else. I didnt to quot;typical adolescent problems,quot; or quot;ot; or quot;youll gro of it.quot; I didnt to be treated t as Anne-in-, and rim didnt understand t. Besides, I cant confide in anyone unless tell me a lot about ttle about get on a more intimate footing. rim als like ting im- pulses, but o me as a friend, no matter ries. As a result, Ive never slook on life or my long-pondered t my diary and, once in a ely alienated myself from him. I couldnt any ot myself be guided entirely by my feelings. It istical, but Ive done for my o, plus to aco be subjected to criticism may sound ed, but I cant take criticism from rim eit only do I never s ts Ive pusable. t I t quite often: rim annoys me so mucimes? I can o utor me, and ion seems forced. I to be left alone, and Id ratil Im more sure of myself o ill torn about tter I e . Os o be strong and brave in every way! . . . Still, t been my greatest disappointment. No, I t Peter muc , and not ted an image of ured , s, sensitive boy badly in need of friendso pour out my to a living person. I ed a friend out to do and dreo automatically developed into an intimacy t, norageous. e talked about t private t touc to my . I still cant make ail of Peter. Is s putting all t aside, I made one mistake: I used intimacy to get closer to oto be loved, and I can see o like me more ime togetisfied, but just makes me to start all over again. I never broacs I long to bring out into ter, more to get close to me, and no see any effective ing . I soon realized , but still tried to of hful horizons. quot;Deep do; I read ts stuck in my mind. As far as I can tell, its true. So if youre ainly not. Older people everytions. Its t a time royed, es, trutice and God. Anyone time in t realize t ter impact on us. ere mucoo young to deal ting til, finally, o tion, t of time our solutions crumble s difficult in times like to be crusy. Its a ical. Yet I cling to till believe, in spite of everyt people are truly good at . Its utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of cransformed into a roy us too, I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, everytter, t ty too s peace and tranquturn once more. In time, I must o my ideals. Pero realize them! Yours, Anne M. Frank FRIDAY, JULY 21, 1944 Dearest Kitty, Im finally getting optimistic. No last, they really are! Great neion attempt lers life, and for once not by Jes, but by a German general , but young as o quot;Divine Providencequot;: unately, c. t proof o see ler sink into a bottomless pit, so tablisatorser a feart a nes time getting rid of s muco let ts less is alloo start rebuilding ties all t muc yet, and Id e to anticipate t. Still, youve probably noticed t Im telling trutrut trut rattling on about high ideals. Furtler o announce to ed people t as of today all mtapo, and t any soldier empt on t ! A fine kettle of fis tle Jo are sore after a long marc. Jos, quot;You, you tried to kill take t!quot; One s, and ty officer ernal life (or is it eternal deatually, every time an officer sees a soldier or gives an order, ically ting s, because than he does. ere you able to follo, or to anot , t of going back to scober is making me too o be logical! O I just get telling you I didnt to anticipate events? Forgive me, Kitty, t call me a bundle of contradictions for nothing! Yours, Anne M. Frank AUGUST, 1944 tUESDAY, AUGUSt 1, 1944 Dearest Kitty, quot;A bundle of contradictionsquot; ter and is tell me exactly ;a bundle of contradictionsquot; is? does quot;contradictionquot; mean? Like so many can be interpreted in tradiction imposed from and one imposed from accepting ot, traits for . As Ive told you many times, Im split in tains my exuberant co appreciate ter side of t I mean not finding anytations, a kiss, an embrace, an off-color joke. t to ambuster side, and ts stand me. Oernoon, but after t everyones o last a montually, Im ic movie is to a profound terlude, somet is soon forgotten: not bad, but not particularly good eite o tell you t it rue? My ligeal a marc imagine en Ive tried to p:us is knoo beat it doesnt work, and I know why. Im afraid t people imental and not take me seriously. Im used to not being taken seriously, but only t;ligedquot; Anne is used to it and can put up ; t;deeperquot; Anne is too o tligeen minutes, ss up like a clam t so speak, and lets Anne number one do talking. Before I realize it, shes disappeared. So t alakes tage unately Im only like t h myself. And pers side. Im guided by t on tside Im not a frolicsome little goat tugging at its tether. As Ive told you, ion for being boy-crazy as , a smart aleck and a reader of romances. t reply, sends s give a darn. t Anne reacts in just te ely , Ill o admit t it does matter to me, t Im trying very o c t I Im al a more powerful enemy. A voice ;You see, ts ive opinions, dismayed looks and mocking faces, people, en to tter half.¡± Believe me, Id like ; to listen, but it doesnt and serious, everyone tting on a ne and I o save myself even talking about my ouff me ives, feel my neck and foreo see if I emperature, ask about my bos and berate me for being in a bad mood, until I just cant keep it up anymore, because jj s cross, turning my inside g out, t on tside and t on trying to find a o become o be and he world. Yours, Anne M. Frank ----------------------- ANNES DIARY ENDS hERE. ----------------------- AFtERORD On t 4, 1944, sometime beten and ten-ty, a car pulled up at 263 Prinsengrac, Karl Josef Silberbauer, in full uniform, and at least tcy Police, armed but in civilian clot ipped them off. ted t people or Kugler and Jo Miep Gies and Elisabeth (Bep) Voskuijl-and took all the Annex. After t, Kugler and Kleiman aken to a prison in Amsterdam. On September 11, 1944, transferred, benefit of a trial, to a camp in Amersfoort (ember 18, 1944. erdam until h in 1959. Kugler managed to escape on Marc to Germany as forced laborers. ed to Canada in 1955 and died in toronto in 1989. Elisabeterdam in 1983. Miep Santrouscz Gies is still living in Amsterdam; her husband Jan died in 1993. Upon t, t residents of t brougo a prison in Amsterdam and transferred to esterbork, transit camp for Jeed on September 3, 1944, in t transport to leave esterbork, and arrived ter in Auscz (Poland). o testimony of Otto Frank, gassed to deatz in October or November 1944, sly before tled. Auguste van Pels (Petronella van Daan) ransported from Auscz to Bergen-Belsen, from to Buco tadt on April 9, 1945, and apparently to anotration camp after t. It is certain t s survive, te of h is unknown. Peter van Pels (van Daan) o take part in t;deat; from Auscz to Mautria), wed. Fritz Pfeffer (Albert Dussel) died on December 20, 1944, in tration camp, her Buchenwald or Sachsenhausen. Editz-Birkenau on January 6, 1945, from ion. Margot and Anne Frank ransported from Auscz at tober and brougo Bergen Belsen, a concentration camp near yp broke out in ter of 1944-1945, as a result of tions, killed t and, a feer, Anne. S e February or early Marced by Britisroops on April 12, 1945. Otto Frank to survive tration camps. After Auscz ed by Russian troops, riated to Amsterdam by ayed til 1953, zerland), a il 19, 1980, Otto Frank continued to live in Birsfelden, outside Basel, he world.