THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
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oard, the police, the officials-they're all either helping their fellow citizens<br />
or denouncing them and sending them off to prison. Fortunately, only a small<br />
percentage of Dutch people are on the wrong side.<br />
Yours, Anne<br />
FRIDAY, MARCH 31, 1944<br />
Dearest Kitty,<br />
Just imagine, it's still fairly cold, and yet most people have been without coal<br />
for nearly a month. Sounds awful, doesn't it? There's a general mood of optimism<br />
about the Russian front, because that's going great guns! I don't often write<br />
about the political situation, but I must tell you where the Russians are at the<br />
moment. They've reached the Polish border and the Prut River in Romania. They're<br />
close to Odessa, and they've surrounded Ternopol. Every night we're expecting an<br />
extra communique from Stalin.<br />
They're firing off so many salutes in Moscow, the city must be rumbling and<br />
shaking all day long. Whether they like to pretend the fighting's nearby or they<br />
simply don't have any other way to express their joy, I don't know!<br />
Hungary has been occupied by German troops.<br />
There are still a million Jews living there; they too are doomed.<br />
Nothing special is happening here. Today is Mr. van Daan's birthday. He received<br />
two packets of tobacco, one serving of coffee, which his wife had managed to save,<br />
lemon punch from Mr. Kugler, sardines from Miep, eau de cologne from us, lilacs,<br />
tulips and, last but not least, a cake with raspberry filling, slightly gluey<br />
because of the poor quality of the flour and the lack of butter, but deli- cious<br />
anyway.<br />
All that talk about Peter and me has died down a bit. He's coming to pick me up<br />
tonight. Pretty nice of him, don't you think, since he hates doing it! We're very<br />
good friends. We spend a lot of time together and talk about every imaginable<br />
subject. It's so nice not having to hold back when we come to a delicate topic,<br />
the way I would with other boys. For example, we were talking about blood and<br />
somehow the conversation turned to menstruation, etc. He thinks we women are quite<br />
tough to be able to withstand the loss of blood, and that I am too. I wonder why?<br />
My life here has gotten better, much better. God has not forsaken me, and He never<br />
will.<br />
Yours, Anne M. Frank<br />
SATURDAY, APRIL 1, 1944<br />
My dearest Kitty,<br />
And yet everything is still so difficult. You do know what I mean, don't you? I<br />
long so much for him to kiss me, but that kiss is taking its own sweet time. Does<br />
he still think of me as a friend? Don't I mean anything more?<br />
You and I both know that I'm strong, that I can carry most burdens alone. I've<br />
never been used to sharing my worries with anyone, and I've never clung to a<br />
mother, but I'd love to lay my head on his shoulder and just sit there quietly.