安妮日记英文版_安妮·弗兰克-第51章

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the　women　who　go　about　their　work　and　are　then　forgotten。　i　need　to　have　something　besides　a　husband　and　children　to　devote　myself　to！　i　dont　want　to　have　lived　in　vain　like　most　people。　i　want　to　be　useful　or　bring　enjoyment　to　all　people；　even　those　ive　never　met。　i　want　to　go　on　living　even　after　my　death！　and　thats　why　im　so　grateful　to　god　for　having　given　me　this　gift；　which　i　can　use　to　develop　myself　and　to　express　all　thats　inside　me！

when　i　write　i　can　shake　off　all　my　cares。　my　sor…　row　disappears；　my　spirits　are

revived！　but；　and　thats　a　big　question；　will　i　ever　be　able　to　write　something　great；　will　i　ever　bee　a　journalist　or　a　writer？

i　hope　so；　oh；　i　hope　so　very　much；　because　writing　allows　me　to　record　everything；　all　my　thoughts；　ideals　and　fantasies。

i　havent　worked　on　〃cadys　life〃　for　ages。　in　my　mind　ive　worked　out　exactly　what　happens　next；　but　the　story　doesnt　seem　to　be　ing　along　very　well。　i　might　never　finish　it；　and　itll　wind　up　in　the　wastepaper　basket　or　the　stove。　thats　a　horrible　thought；　but　then　i　say　to　myself；　〃at　the　age　of　fourteen　and　with　so　little　experience；　you　cant　write　about　philosophy。鈥�

so　onward　and　upward；　with　renewed　spirits。　itll　all　work　out；　because　im　determined　to　write！

yours；　anne　

m。　frank

thursday；　april　6；　1944

dearest　kitty；

you　asked　me　what　my　hobbies　and　interests　are　and　id　like　to　answer；　but　id　better　warn　you；　i　have　lots　of　them；　so　dont　be　surprised。

first　of　all：　writing；　but　i　dont　really　think　of　that　as　a　hobby。

number　two：　genealogical　charts。　im　looking　in　every　newspaper；　book　and　document　i　can　find　for　the　family　trees　of　the　french；　german；　spanish；　english；　austrian；　russian；　norwegian　and　dutch　royal　famthes。　ive　made　great　progress　with　many　of　them；　because　for　！　a　long　time　ive　been　taking　notes　while　reading　biogra…　i；　phies　or　history　books。　i　even　copy　out　many　of　the　passages　on　history。

so　my　third　hobby　is　history；　and　fathers　already　bought　me　numerous　books。　i　can　hardly　wait　for　the　day　when　ill　be　able　to　go　to　the　public　library　and　ferret　out　iii　the　information　i　need。

number　four　is　greek　and　roman　mythology。　i　have　various　books　on　this　subject　too。

i　can　name　the　nine　muses　and　the　seven　loves　of　zeus。　i　have　the　wives　of　hercules；　etc。；　etc。；　down　pat。

my　other　hobbies　are　movie　stars　and　family　photographs。　im　crazy　about　reading　and

books。　i　adore　the　history　of　the　arts；　especially　when　it　concerns　writers；　poets　and　painters；　musicians　may　e　later。　i　loathe　algebra；　geometry　and　arithmetic。　i　enjoy　all　my　other　school　subjects；　but　historys　my　favorite！

yours；　anne　

m。　frank

tuesday；　april　11；　1944

my　dearest　kitty；

my　heads　in　a　whirl；　i　really　dont　know　where　to　begin。　thursday　（the　last　time　i　wrote　you）　everything　was　as　usual。　friday　afternoon　（good　friday）　we　played　monopoly；　saturday　afternoon　too。　the　days　passed　very　quickly。　around　two　oclock　on　saturday；　heavy　firing　ii　began…machine　guns；　according　to　the　men。　for　the　rest；　everything　was　quiet。

sunday　afternoon　peter　came　to　see　me　at　four…thirty；　at　my　invitation。　at　five…fifteen　we　went　to　the　ii　front　attic；　where　we　stayed　until　six。　there　was　a　beautil　ful　mozart　concert　on　the　radio　from　six　to　seven…fifteen；　i　especially　enjoyed　the　kleine　nachtmusik。　i　can　hardly　bear　to　listen　in　the　kitchen；　since　beautiful　music　stirs　me　to　the　very　depths　of　my　soul。　sunday　evening　peter　couldnt　take　his　balli；　because　the　washtub　was　down　in　the　office　kitchen；　filled　with　laundry。　the　two　of　us　went　to　the　front　attic　together；　and　in　order　to　be　able　to　sit　fortably；　i　took　along　the　only　cushion　i　could　find　in　my　room。　we　seated　ourselves　on　a　packing　crate。　since　both　the　crate　and　the　cushion　were　very　narrow；　we　were　sitting　quite　close；　leaning　against　two　other　crates；　mouschi　kept　us　pany；　so　we　werent　without　a　chaperon。　suddenly；　at　a　quarter　to　nine；　mr。　van　daan　whistled　and　asked　if　we　had　mr。　dussels　cushion。　we　jumped　up　and　went　downstairs　willi　the　cushion；　the　cat　and　mr。　van　daan。　this　cushion　was　the　source　of　much　misery。　dussel　was　angry　because　id　taken　the　one　he　uses　as　a　pillow；　and　he　was　afraid　it　might　be　covered　with　fleas；　he　had　the　entire　house　in　an　uproar　because　of　this　one　cushion。　in　revenge；　peter　and　i　stuck　two　hard　brushes　in　his　bed；　but　had　to　take　them　out　again　when　dussel　unexpectedly　decided　to　go　sit　in　his　room。　we　had　a　really　good　laugh　at　this　little　intermezzo。

but　our　fun　was　short…lived。　at　nine…thirty　peter　knocked　gently　on　the　door　and　asked　father　to　e　upstairs　and　help　him　with　a　difficult　english　sentence。

〃that　sounds　fishy；〃　i　said　to　margot。　〃its　obviously　a　pretext。　you　can　tell　by　the　way　the　men　are　talking　that　theres　been　a　break…in！〃　i　was　right。　the　warehouse　was　being　broken　into　at　that　very　moment。　father；　mr。　van　daan　and　peter　were

downstairs　in　a　flash。　margot；　mother；　mrs。　van　d。　and　i　waited。　four　frightened　women　need　to　talk；　so　thats　what　we　did　until　we　heard　a　bang　downstairs。　after　that　all　was　quiet。　the　clock　struck　quarter　to　ten。　the　color　had　drained　from　our　faces；　but　we　remained　calm；　even　though　we　were　afraid。　where　were　the　men？　what　was　that　bang？　were　they　fighting　with　the　burglars？　we　were　too　scared　to　think；　all　we　could　do　was　wait。

ten　oclock；　footsteps　on　the　stairs。　father；　pale　and　nervous；　came　inside；　followed　by　mr。　van　daan。　〃lights　out；　tiptoe　upstairs；　were　expecting　the　police！〃　there　wasnt　time　to　be　scared。　the　lights　were　switched　off；　i　grabbed　a　jacket；　and　we　sat　down　upstairs。

〃what　happened？　tell　us　quickly！鈥�

there　was　no　one　to　tell　us；　the　men　had　gone　back　downstairs。　the　four　of　them　didnt　e　back　up　until　ten　past　ten。　two　of　them　kept　watch　at　peters　open　window。　the　door　to　the　landing　was　locked；　the　book…　case　shut。　we　draped　a　sweater　over　our　night…light；　and　then　they　told　us　what　had　happened：

peter　was　on　the　landing　when　he　heard　two　loud　bangs。　he　went　downstairs　and　saw　that　a　large　panel　was　missing　from　the　left　half　of　the　warehouse　door。　he　dashed　upstairs；　alerted　the　〃home　guard；〃　and　the　four　of　them　went　downstairs。　when　they　entered　the　warehouse；　the　burglars　were　going　about　their　business。　without　thinking；　mr。　van　daan　yelled　〃police！〃　hur…　ried　footsteps　outside；　the　burglars　had　fled。　the　board　was　put　back　in　the　door　so　the　police　wouldnt　notice　the　gap；　but　then　a　swift　kick　from　outside　sent　it　flying　to　the　floor。　the　men　were　amazed　at　the　burglars　audacity。　both　peter　and　mr。　van　daan　felt　a　murderous　rage　e　over　them。　mr。　van　daan　slammed　an　ax　against　the　floor；　and　all　was　quiet　again。　once　more　the　panel　was　re…　placed；　and　once　more　the　attempt　was　foiled。　outside；　a　man　and　a　woman　shone　a　glaring　flashlight　through　the　opening；　lighting　up　the　entire　warehouse。　〃what　the　。　。　。〃　mumbled　one　of　the　men；　but　now　their　roles　had　been　reversed。　instead　of　policemen；　they　were　now　burglars。　all　four　of　them　raced　upstairs。　dussel　and　mr。

van　daan　snatched　up　dussels　books；　peter　opened　the　doors　and　windows　in　the　kitchen　and　private　office；　hurled　the　phone　to　the　ground；　and　the　four　of　them　finally　ended　up　behind　the　bookcase。

end　of　part　one　in　all　probability　the　man　and　woman　with　the　flashlight　had　alerted　the　police。　it　was　sunday　night；　easter　sunday。　the　next　day；　easter　monday；　the　office　was　going　to　be　closed；　which　meant　we　wouldnt　be　able　to　move　around　until　tuesday　morning。

think　of　it；　having　to　sit　in　such　terror　for　a　day　and　two　nights！　we　thought　of　nothing；　but　simply　sat　there　in　pitch　darkness　　in　her　fear；　mrs。　van　d。　had　switched　off　the　lamp。　we　whispered；　and　every　time　we　heard　a　creak；　someone　said；　〃shh；　shh。鈥�

it　was　ten…thirty；　then　eleven。　not　a　sound。　father　and　mr。　van　daan　took　turns　ing　upstairs　to　us。　then；　at　eleven…fifteen；　a　noise　below。　up　above　you　could　hear　the　whole　family　breathing。　for　the　rest；　no　one　moved　a　muscle。　footsteps　in　the　house；　the　private　office；　the　kitchen；　then。　。　。　on　the　staircase。　all　sounds　of　breathing　stopped；　eight　hearts　pounded。　foot…　steps　on　the　stairs；　then　a　rattling　at　the　bookcase。　this　moment　is　indescribable。

〃now　wer