THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele

sounds of a break-in again. It must have been one of our neighbors who was the
victim this time. When we checked at seven o'clock, our doors were still shut
tight, thank goodness!
TUESDAY, APRIL 18,1944
Dearest Kitty,
Everything's fine here. Last night the carpenter came again to put some sheets of
iron over the door panels. Father just got through saying he definitely expects
large-scale operations in Russia and Italy, as well as in the West, before May 20;
the longer the war lasts, the harder it is to imagine being liberated from this
place.
Yesterday Peter and I finally got around to having the talk we've been postponing
for the last ten days. I told him all about girls, without hesitating to discuss
the most intimate matters. I found it rather amusing that he thought the opening
in a woman's body was simply left out of illustrations. He couldn't imagine that
it was actually located between a woman's legs. The evening ended with a mutual
kiss, near the mouth. It's really a lovely feeling!
I might take my "favorite quotes notebook" up with me sometime so Peter and I can
go more deeply into matters. I don't think lying in each other's arms day in and
day out is very satisfying, and I hope he feels the same.
After our mild winter we've been having a beautiful spring. April is glorious, not
too hot and not too cold, with occasional light showers. Our chestnut tree is in
leaf, and here and there you can already see a few small blossoms.
Bep presented us Saturday with four bouquets of flowers: three bouquets of
daffodils, and one bouquet of grape hyacinths for me. Mr. Kugler is supplying us
with more and more newspapers.
It's time to do my algebra, Kitty. Bye.
Yours, Anne M. Frank
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 19, 1944
Dearest Darling,
(That's the title of a movie with Dorit Kreysler, Ida Wust and Harald Paulsen!)
What could be nicer than sitting before an open window, enjoying nature, listening
to the birds sing, feeling the sun on your cheeks and holding a darling boy in
your arms? I feel so peaceful and safe with his arm around me, knowing he's near
and yet not having to speak; how can this be bad when it does me so much good? Oh,
if only we were never disturbed again, not even by Mouschi.
Yours, Anne M. Frank
FRIDAY, APRIL 21,1944
My dearest Kitty,
I stayed in bed yesterday with a sore throat, but since I was already bored the
very first afternoon and didn't have a fever, I got up today. My sore throat has
nearly "verschwunden"* [* disappeared].