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can't find a quiet place to work. You're always looking for a fight. If your sister Margot, who has more right to work space than you do, had come to me with the same request, I'd never even have thought of refusing, but you. . ." And once again he brought up the business about the mythology and the knitting, and once again Anne was insulted. However, I showed no sign of it and let Dussel finish: "But no, it's impossible to talk to you. You're shamefully self-centered. No one else matters, as long as you get your way. I've never seen such a child. But after all is said and done, I'll be obliged to let you have your way, since I don't want people saying later on that Anne Frank failed her exams because Mr. Dussel refused to relinquish his table!" He went on and on until there was such a deluge of words I could hardly keep up. For one fleeting moment I thought, "Him and his lies. I'll smack his ugly mug so hard he'll go bouncing off the wall!" But the next moment I thought, "Calm down, he's not worth getting so upset about!" At long last Mr. Dussel' s fury was spent, and he left the room with an expression of triumph mixed with wrath, his coat pockets bulging with food. I went running over to Father and recounted the entire story, or at least those parts he hadn't been able to follow himself. rim decided to talk to Dussel that very same evening, and they spoke for more than half an hour. They first discussed whether Anne should be allowed to use the table, yes or no. Father said that he and Dussel had dealt with the subject once before, at which time he'd professed to agree with Dussel because he didn't want to contradict the elder in front of the younger, but that, even then, he hadn't thought it was fair. Dussel felt I had no right to talk as if he were an intruder laying claim to everything in sight. But Father protested strongly, since he himself had heard me say nothing of the kind. And so the conversation went back and forth, with Father defending my "selfishness" and my "busywork" and Dussel grumbling the whole time. Dussel finally had to give in, and I was granted the opportunity to work without interruption two afternoons a week. Dussel looked very sullen, didn't speak to me for two days and made sure he occupied the table from five to five-thirty -- all very childish, of course. Anyone who's so petty and pedantic at the age of fifty-four was born that way and is never going to change. FRIDAY, JULY 16, 1943 Dearest Kitty, There's been another break-in, but this time a real one! Peter went down to the warehouse this morning at seven, as usual, and noticed at once that both the warehouse door and the street door were open. He immediately reported this to Pim, who went to the private office, tuned the radio to a German station and locked the door. Then they both went back upstairs. In such cases our orders are not to wash ourselves or run any water, to be quiet, to be dressed by eight and not to go to the bathroom," and as usual we followed these to the letter. We were all glad we'd slept so well and hadn't heard anything. For a while we were indignant because no one from the office came upstairs the entire morning; Mr. Kleiman left us on tenterhooks until eleven-thirty. He told that the burglars had forced the outside door and the warehouse door with a crowbar, but when they didn't find anything worth stealing, they tried their luck on the next floor. They stole two cashboxes containing 40 guilders, blank checkbooks and, worst of all, coupons for 330 pounds
of sugar, our entire allotment. It won't be easy to wangle new ones. Mr. Kugler thinks this burglar belongs to the same gang as the one who made an unsuccessful attempt six weeks ago to open all three doors (the warehouse door and the two outside doors). The burglary caused another stir, but the Annex seems to thrive on excitement. Naturally, we were glad the cash register and the typewriters had been safely tucked away in our clothes closet. Yours, Anne PS. Landing in Sicily. Another step closer to the . . . ! MONDAY, JULY 19,1943 Dearest Kitty, North Amsterdam was very heavily bombed on Sunday. There was apparently a great deal of destruction. Entire streets are in ruins, and it will take a while for them to dig out all the bodies. So far there have been two hundred dead and countless wounded; the hospitals are bursting at the seams. We've been told of children searching forlornly in the smoldering ruins for their dead parents. It still makes me shiver to think of the dull, distant drone that signified the approaching destruction. FRIDAY, JULY 23, 1943 Bep is currently able to get hold of notebooks, especially journals and ledgers, useful for my bookkeeping sister! Other kinds are for sale as well, but don't ask what they're like or how long they'll last. At the moment \ they're all labeled "No Coupons Needed!" Like everything else you can purchase without ration stamps, they're i totally worthless. They consist of twelve sheets of gray I paper with narrow lines that slant across the page. Margot is thinking about taking a course in calligraphy; I've advised her to go ahead and do it. Mother won't let me because of my eyes, but I think that's silly. Whether I do I that or something else, it all comes down to the same I thing. Since you've never been through a war, Kitty, and since you know very little about life in hiding, in spite of my letters, let me tell you, just for fun, what we each want to do first when we're able to go outside again. Margot and Mr. van Daan wish, above all else, to have a hot bath, filled to the brim, which they can lie in for more than half an hour. Mrs. van Daan would like a cake, Dussel can think of nothing but seeing his Charlotte, and Mother is dying for a cup of real coffee. Father would like to visit Mr. Voskuijl, Peter would go downtown, and as for me, I'd be so overjoyed I wouldn't know where to begin. Most of all I long to have a home of our own, to be able to move around freely and have someone help me with my homework again, at last. In other words, to go back to school! Bep has offered to get us some fruit, at so-called bargain prices: grapes 2.50 guilders a pound, gooseberries 70 cents a pound, one peach 50 cents, melons 75 cents a pound. No wonder the papers write every evening in big, fat letters: "Keep Prices Down!" MONDAY, JULY 26, 1943
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THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEF
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In this edition, the helpers are no
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Henny Mets is a nice girl with a ch
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My father, the most adorable father
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pages Mr. Keesing had assigned me a
Page 11 and 12: "Now my grandmother wants me to see
Page 13 and 14: Dearest Kitty, It seems like years
Page 15 and 16: whom were told anything. Here's a d
Page 17 and 18: on the radio. I was so scared someo
Page 19 and 20: off the table. Suddenly I saw a not
Page 21 and 22: You see, Mrs. van Daan, Mother Said
Page 23 and 24: "Hey, Anne, can't I even take a pee
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Page 27 and 28: fishwife. It was a joy to behold. I
Page 29 and 30: Bye-bye, Anne SATURDAY, OCTOBER 3,
Page 31 and 32: murdered. The English radio says th
Page 33 and 34: fuse box was at the rear of the dar
Page 35 and 36: just a coincidence that Father and
Page 37 and 38: To provide ourselves with a source
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Page 43 and 44: you. I received a Kewpie doll, Fath
Page 45 and 46: gone to fat from eating potatoes, d
Page 47 and 48: Everyone thinks I'm showing off whe
Page 49 and 50: Dearest Kitty, Mrs. van D. has a ne
Page 51 and 52: Our evening serving of bread has be
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Page 57 and 58: lived in such comfortable circumsta
Page 59 and 60: "We've got experience! Take it from
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Page 65 and 66: and the hope that the war will be o
Page 67 and 68: kept during the day. In the next ro
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Page 101 and 102: Dearest Kitty, The sun is shining,
Page 103 and 104: "I did my best, but I couldn't find
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on the outside! Who will be the fir
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Yours, Anne M. Frank WEDNESDAY, MAR
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Yesterday afternoon I was so worn o
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with green peas, yesterday he had t
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I've told you more about myself and
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That was the nicest thing he said a
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However, as you wrote, I do think o
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could understand how he must have f
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you further and also makes you feel
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Yours, Anne TUESDAY, MARCH 28, 1944
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oard, the police, the officials-the
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Peter filled my days, nothing but P
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"That sounds fishy," I said to Marg
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comforted Mrs. van Daan, who was ve
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"We've been saved, keep on saving u
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drooling. Miep immediately picked h
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sounds of a break-in again. It must
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celebrate your birthday when you've
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questions and laughter. I have to a
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Yours, Anne M. Frank WEDNESDAY, MAY
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Dearest Kitty, Last night before di
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Miep drank ten schnapps and smoked
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Poor Mouschi! How were you to know
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And now something else. You've know
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Mr. Frank. Is learning English (Dic
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circles where once it would have be
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us, but they're able to put the Ann
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has a cold. Dussel caught with brew
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with music and the other arts are m
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struggled to keep my eyes open unti
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The mood has changed, everything's
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Yours, Anne M. Frank SATURDAY, JULY
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But I've talked about these things
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truth, the whole truth and nothing
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Miep Santrouschitz Gies is still li
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