THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
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"I did my best, but I couldn't find any smaller ones."<br />
"Did you look in the big barrel?"<br />
"Yes, I've been through them all."<br />
By this time I was at the bottom of the stairs, and he examined the pan of<br />
potatoes he was still holding. "Oh, but these are fine," he said, and added, as I<br />
took the pan from him, "My compliments!"<br />
As he said this, he gave me such a warm, tender look that I started glowing<br />
inside. I could tell he wanted to please me, but since he couldn't make a long<br />
complimentary speech, he said everything with his eyes. I understood him so well<br />
and was very grateful. It still makes me happy to think back to those words and<br />
that look!<br />
When I went downstairs, Mother said she needed more potatoes, this time for<br />
dinner, so I volunteered to go back up. When I entered Peter's room, I apologized<br />
for disturbing him again. As I was going up the stairs, he stood up, went over to<br />
stand between the stairs and the wall, grabbed my arm and tried to stop me.<br />
"I'll go," he said. "I have to go upstairs anyway."<br />
I replied that it wasn't really necessary, that I didn't have to get only the<br />
small ones this time. Convinced, he let go of my arm. On my way back, he opened<br />
the trapdoor and once again took the pan from me. Standing by the door, I asked,<br />
"What are you working on?"<br />
"French," he replied.<br />
I asked if I could take a look at his lessons. Then I went to wash my hands and<br />
sat down across from him on the divan.<br />
After I'd explained some French to him, we began to talk. He told me that after<br />
the war he wanted to go to the Dutch East Indies and live on a rubber plantation.<br />
He talked about his life at home, the black market and how he felt like a<br />
worthless bum. I told him he had a big inferiority complex. He talked about the<br />
war, saying that Russia and England were bound to go to war against each other,<br />
and about the Jews. He said life would have been much easier if he'd been a<br />
Christian or could become one after the war. I asked if he wanted to be baptized,<br />
but that wasn't what he meant either. He said he'd never be able to feel like a<br />
Christian, but that after the war he'd make sure nobody would know he was Jewish.<br />
I felt a momentary pang. It's such a shame he still has a touch of dishonesty in<br />
him.<br />
Peter added, "The Jews have been and always will be the chosen people!"<br />
I answered, "Just this once, I hope they'll be chosen for something good!"<br />
But we went on chatting very pleasantly, about Father, about judging human<br />
character and all sorts of things, so many that I can't even remember them all.<br />
I left at a quarter past five, because Bep had arrived.<br />
That evening he said something else I thought was nice. We were talking about the<br />
picture of a movie star I'd once given him, which has been hanging in his room for<br />
at least a year and a half. He liked it so much that I offered to give him a few<br />
more.