安妮日记- 第19部分

thursday；　march　18；　1943

my　dearest　kitty；

turkeys　entered　the　war。　great　excitement。　anxiously　awaiting　radio　reports。

friday；　march　19；　1943

dearest　kitty；

in　less　than　an　hour；　joy　was　followed　by　disappoint　ment。　turkey　hasnt　entered　the　war　yet。　it　was　only　a　cabinet　minister　talking　about　turkey　giving　up　its　neu　trality　sometime　soon。　the　newspaper　vendor　in　dam　square　was　shouting　〃turkey　on　englands　side！〃　and　the　papers　were　being　snatched　out　of　his　hands。　this　was　how　wed　heard　the　encouraging　rumor。

thousand…guilder　notes　are　being　declared　invalid。　thatll　be　a　blow　to　the　black　marketeers　and　others　like　them；　but　even　more　to　pe　ie　in　hiding　and　anyone　else　with　money　that　cant　be　accounted　for。　to　turn　in　a　thousand…guilder　bill；　you　have　to　be　able　to　state　how　you　came　by　it　and　provide　proof。　they　can　still　be　used　to　pay　taxes；　but　only　until　next　week。　the　five…hundred　notes　will　lapse　at　the　same　time。　gies　&　co。　still　had　some　unaccounted…for　thousand…guilder　bills；　which　they　used　to　pay　their　estimated　taxes　for　the　ing　years；　so　everything　seems　to　be　aboveboard。

dussel　has　received　an　old…fashioned；　foot…operated　dentists　drill。　that　means　ill　probably　be　getting　a　thorough　checkup　soon。

dussel　is　terribly　lax　when　it　es　to　obeying　the　rules　of　the　house。　not　only　does　he　write　letters　to　his　charlotte；　hes　also　carrying　on　a　chatty　correspondence　with　various　other　people。　margot；　the　annexs　dutch　teacher；　has　been　correcting　these　letters　for　him。　father　has　forbidden　him　to　keep　up　the　practice　and　margot　has　stopped　correcting　the　letters；　but　i　think　it　wont　be　long　before　he　starts　up　again。

the　fuhrer　has　been　talking　to　wounded　soldiers。　we　listened　on　the　radio；　and　it　was　pathetic。　the　questions　and　answers　went　something　like　this：

〃my　name　is　heinrich　scheppel。”

〃where　were　you　wounded？”

〃near　stalingrad。”

〃what　kind　of　wound　is　it？”

〃two　frostbitten　feet　and　a　fracture　of　the　left　arm。”

this　is　an　exact　report　of　the　hideous　puppet　show　aired　on　the　radio。　the　wounded　seemed　proud　of　their　wounds　……　the　more　the　better。　one　was　so　beside　himself　at　the　thought　of　shaking　hands　（i　presume　he　still　had　one）　with　the　fuhrer　that　he　could　barely　say　a　word。

i　happened　to　drop　dussels　soap　on　the　floor　and　step　on　it。　now　theres　a　whole　piece　missing。　ive　already　asked　father　to　pensate　him　for　the　damages；　especially　since　dussel　only　gets　one　bar　of　inferior　wartime　soap　a　month。

yours；　anne　

thursday；　march　25；　1943

dearest　kitty；

mother；　father；　margot　and　i　were　sitting　quite　pleasantly　together　last　night　when　peter　suddenly　came　in　and　whispered　in　fathers　ear。　i　caught　the　words　〃a　barrel　falling　over　in　the　warehouse〃　and　〃someone　fiddling　with　the　door。”

margot　heard　it　too；　but　was　trying　to　calm　me　down；　since　id　turned　white　as　chalk　and　was　extremely　nervous。　the　three　of　us　waited　while　father　and　peter　went

downstairs。　a　minute　or　two　later　mrs。　van　daan　came　up　from　where　shed　been　listening　to　the　radio　and　told　us　that　pim　had　asked　her　to　turn　it　off　and　tiptoe　upstairs。　but　you　know　what　happens　when　youre　trying　to　be　quiet　……　the　old　stairs　creaked　twice　as　loud。　five　minutes　later　peter　and　pim；　the　color　drained　from　their　faces；　appeared　again　to　relate　their　experiences。

they　had　positioned　themselves　under　the　staircase　and　waited。　nothing　happened。

then　all　of　a　sudden　they　heard　a　couple　of　bangs；　as　if　two　doors　had　been　slammed　shut　inside　the　house。　pim　bounded　up　the　stairs；　while　peter　went　to　warn　dussel；　who　finally　pre　sented　himself　upstairs；　though　not　without　kicking　up　a　fuss　and　making　a　lot　of　noise。　then　we　all　tiptoed　in　our　stockinged　feet　to　the　van　daans　on　the　next　floor。　mr。　van　d。　had　a　bad　cold　and　had　already　gone　to　bed；　so　we　gathered　around　his　bedside　and　discussed　our　suspicions　in　a　whisper。　every　time　mr。

van　d。　coughed　loudly；　mrs。　van　d。　and　i　nearly　had　a　nervous　fit。　he　kept　coughing　until　someone　came　up　with　the　bright　idea　of　giving　him　codeine。　his　cough　subsided　immediately。

once　again　we　waited　and　waited；　but　heard　nothing。　finally　we　came　to　the　conclusion　that　the　burglars　had　taken　to　their　heels　when　they　heard　footsteps　in　an　otherwise　quiet　building。　the　problem　now　was　that　the　chairs　in　the　private　office　were　neatly　grouped　around　the　radio；　which　was　tuned　to　england。　if　the　burglars　had　forced　the　door　and　the　air…raid　wardens　were　to　notice　it　and　call　the　police；　there　could　be　very　serious　repercus　sions。　so　mr。　van　daan　got　up；　pulled　on　his　coat　and　pants；　put　on　his　hat　and　cautiously　followed　father　down　the　stairs；　with　peter　（armed　with　a　heavy　hammer；　to　be　on　the　safe　side）　right　behind　him。　the　ladies　（including　margot　and　me）　waited　in　suspense　until　the　men　returned　five　minutes　later　and　reported　that　there　was　no　sign　of　any　activity　in　the　building。　we　agreed　not　to　run　any　water　or　flush　the　toilet；　but　since　everyones　stomach　was　churning　from　all　the　tension；　you　can　imagine　the　stench　after　wed　each　had　a　turn　in　the　bathroom。

incidents　like　these　are　always　acpanied　by　other　disasters；　and　this　was　no　exception。　number　one：　the　westertoren　bells　stopped　chiming；　and　id　always　found　them　so　forting。　number　two：　mr。　voskuijlleft　early　last　night；　and　we　werent　sure　if　hed　given　bep　the　key　and　shed　forgotten　to　lock　the　door。

but　that　was　of　little　importance　now。　the　night　had　just　begun；　and　we　still　werent　sure　what　to　expect。　we　were　somewhat　reassured　by　the　fact　that　between　eight…fifteen　……　when　the　burglar　had　first　entered　the　building　and　put　our　lives　in　jeopardy；　and　ten…thirty；　we　hadnt　heard　a　sound。　the　more　we　thought　about　it；　the　less　likely　it　seemed　that　a　burglar　would　have　forced　a　door　so　early　in　the　evening；

when　there　were　still　people　out　on　the　streets。　besides　that；　it　occurred　to　us　that　the　warehouse　manager　at　the　keg　pany　next　door　might　still　have　been　at　work。

what　with　the　excitement　and　the　thin　walls；　its　easy　to　mistake　the　sounds。

besides；　your　imagination　often　plays　tricks　on　you　in　moments　of　danger。

so　we　went　to　bed；　though　not　to　sleep。　father　and　mother　and　mr。　dussel　were　awake　most　of　the　night；　and　im　not　exaggerating　when　i　say　that　i　hardly　got　a　wink　of　sleep。　this　morning　the　men　went　downstairs　to　see　if　the　outside　door　was　still　locked；　but　all　was　well！

of　course；　we　gave　the　entire　office　staff　a　blow…by…blow　account　of　the　incident；　which　had　been　far　from　pleasant。　its　much　easier　to　laugh　at　these　kinds　of　things　after　theyve　happened；　and　bep　was　the　only　one　who　took　us　seriously。

yours；　anne　

ps。　this　morning　the　toilet　was　clogged；　and　father　had　to　stick　in　a　long　wooden　pole　and　fish　out　several　pounds　of　excrement　and　strawberry　recipes　（which　is　what　we　use　for　toilet　paper　these　days）。　afterward　we　burned　the　pole。

saturday；　march　27；　1943

dearest　kitty；

weve　finished　our　shorthand　course　and　are　now　working　on　improving　our　speed。

arent　we　smart！　let　me　tell　you　more　about　my　〃time　killers〃　（this　is　what　i　call　my　courses；　because　all　we　ever　do　is　try　to　make　the　days　go　by　as　quickly　as　possible　so　we　are　that　much　closer　to　the　end　of　our　time　here）。　i　adore　mythology；　espe　cially　the　greek　and　roman　gods。　everyone　here　thinks　my　interest　is　just　a　passing　fancy；　since　theyve　never　heard　of　a　teenager　with　an　appreciation　of　mythology。　well　then；　i　guess　im　the　first！

mr。　van　daan　has　a　cold。　or　rather；　he　has　a　scratchy　throat；　but　hes　making　an　enormous　to…do　over　it。　he　gargles　with　camomile　tea；　coats　the　roof　of　his　mouth　with　a　tincture　of　myrrh　and　rubs　mentholatum　over　his　chest；　nose；　gums　and　tongue。

and　to　top　it　off；　hes　in　a　foul　mood！

rauter；　some　german　bigwig；　recently　gave　a　speech。　〃all　jews　must　be　out　of　the　german…occupied　territories　before　july　1。　the　province　of　utrecht　will　be　cleansed　of　jews　＇as　if　they　were　cockroaches＇　between　april　1　and　may　1；　and　the　provinces　of　north　and　south　holland　between　may　1　and　june　1。〃　these　poor　people　are　being

shipped　off　to　filthiy　slaughterhouses　like　a　herd　of　sick　and　neglected　cattle。　but　ill　say　no　more　on　the　subject。　my　own　thoughts　give　me　nightmares！

one　good　piece　of　news　is　that　the　labor　exchange　was　set　on　fire　in　an　act　of　sabotage。　a　few　days　later　the　county　clerks　office　also　went　up　in　flames。　men　posing　as　german　police　bound　and　gagged　the　guards　and　managed　to　destroy　some　important　documents。

yours；　anne　

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APRIL；　1943

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thursday；　april　1；　1943

dearest　kitty；

im　not　really　in　the　mood　for　pranks　（see　the　date）。

on　the　contrary；　today　i　can　safely　quote　the　saying〃　misfortunes　never　e　singly。”

first；　mr。　kleiman；　our　merry　sunshine；　had　another　bout　of　gastrointestinal　hemorrhaging　yesterday　and　will　have　to　stay　in　bed　for　at　least　three　weeks。　i　should　tell　you　that　his　stomach　has　been　bothering　him　quite　a　bit；　and　theres　no　cure。　second；　bep　has　the　flu。　third；　mr。　voskuijl　has　to　go　to　the　hospital　next　week。

he　probably　has　an　ulcer　and　will　have　to　undergo　surgery。　fourth；　the　managers　of　pomosin　industries　came　from　frankfurt　to　discuss　the　new　opekta　deliveries。　fath