EDNESDAY, MARCh 1, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
My o one, in July 1943.
Last nig seven-ty Mr. van Daan on toniso see t t terrible mess in t office.
quot;t; flas just to make sure, doairs to t door, c;Bep and Peter must just ; Mr. van. D. concluded. c upstairs he messy office.
Early ter knocked at our door to tell us t t door was wide
open and t tor and Mr. Kuglers neer ructed to lock told us before, and remely worried.
tion is t t e key, since try. t after Mr. van Daan upstairs and, in boto s the door.
to t one of our o hes heard Mr. van Daan and maybe even seen him?
Its really scary, since kno into o try and get in again. Or led w ay away?
Yours, Anne
P.S. ed be delig up a good detective for us. Obviously, tion: be relied upon not to mform on people in hiding.
thURSDAY, MARCh 2, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
Margot and I tic togetoday. I cant enjoy being td be er (or someone else). I kno things as I do!
alking to Mot s. less moto he world who are suffering!
t I say out of conversations of t.
ts! As if Peter, Margot, Bep and I didnt all of a very, very close friend. But t understand t t us! Perhaps
Mrs. van Daan does, a bit more to poor Bep, somet I knoween us, pusupid!
I also talked to Margot about Fat could be so aggravating. ed be able to organize evenings in urns discussing a given subject. But .
Its impossible for me to talk s sarcastic and cant say anyt feel like taking part, nor does Mr. Dussel, and Mrs. van D. is attacked so often t s sits to put up a fig about us? e arent alloo t have an opinion!
People can tell you to s up, but t keep you from forbid someone to ter er and me love and devotion, tic sages around anding us, since ive and muc!
Love, t it into anding someone, caring for ually includes purn, w youre married, w you have a baby.
Losing your virtue doesnt matter, as long as you kno for as long as you live youll your side wands you, and w o be sh anyone else!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
At t, Mot me again; salk to Mrs. van Daan more to do I care!
I managed to get er ternoon, and alked for at least forty-five minutes. ed to tell me somet didnt find it easy. it out, t took a long time. I ly didnt knoter for me to stay or to go. But I ed so muco old Bep and actless our motold me t s figantly, about politics and cigarettes and all kinds of told you before, Peters very s not too so admit t ly to see s for a year or t;My fat as nice as ; ;But in tter of ttes, Motely rig;
I also told my mot o Fat ;terrific guy.”
toniger doing t to say anytairs about s and not being on speaking terms. I promised, told Margot.
But Im sure Margot pass it on.
quot;Oer,quot; I said, you dont o me. Ive learned not to blab everyt ell me.”
o . I also told terrible gossips ;Margots quite rig being , because as muc to stop gossiping, tter than discussing Mr. Dussel.”
quot;Its good t you admit it,quot; almost embarrassed me too.
talked about quot;upstairsquot; and quot;doairsquot; some more. Peter o dont like s. quot;Peter,quot; I said, quot;you knoell you ts too.”
I added, quot;Peter, Id really like to me? Youre caugion, and I kno say anyt it upsets you.”
quot;Oh, your help is always welcome!”
quot;Maybe itd be better for you to talk to Fatell pass it on.”
quot;I know, hes a real pal.”
quot;You like , dont you?”
Peter nodded, and I continued, quot;ell, oo, you know!”
ouco see hese few words made him.
quot;You t; he asked.
quot;Yes,quot; I said. quot;You can tell from ttle ts slip nohen.”
to do some dictating.
Peters a quot;terrific guy,quot; just like Father!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
FRIDAY, MARCh 3,1944
My dearest Kitty,
o tonig calm and seems Grandma is in t candle, and its Grandma s me and makes me feel . . . ts. .
. Peter. I to get tatoes today, and air; did you do during the lunch break?”
I sat doairs, and o talk. tatoes didnt make it to tcil five-fifteen (an er Id gone to get ter didnt say anyt s; talked about books and about t. O me t ake muco fall in love h him.
t up t to er peeling potatoes and remarked on it ;You can tell temperature by looking at Margot and me, because urn ; I said.
quot;In love?quot; he asked.
quot;; It ty silly ansion).
quot;?quot; ime for dinner.
did oday I finally managed to ask ter bot;Os fine ; I cant tell o shyness.
Kitty, I sound like someone not
darling. And Peter is a darling. ill I ever be able to tell ? Only if Im to treat all too well.
And o be left alone, so I dont knoing to knole better. I ime hink!
Once or to talk about I he same way I do.
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
SAtURDAY, MARCh 4, 1944
Dear Kitty,
t Saturday in mont been tiresome, dreary and boring. ter. to ttic to ed to stay and practice my Frencogeto Peter, and tting on Fato Peter.
I doairs at quarter to eleven. back up at eleven-ty, Peter ing for me on tairs. e talked until quarter to one. er a meal, and Peter ;Bye, Anne, see you later.”
Oo fall in love er all? In any case, is to talk to him!
Mrs. van D. ts all rigo talk to Peter, but today seasingly, quot;Can I trust you there?”
quot;Of course,quot; I protested. quot;I take t as an insult!”
Morning, noon and nigo seeing Peter.
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
PS. Before I forget, last niged in snos t not.
MONDAY, MARCh 6, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
Ever since Peter told me about s, Ive felt a certain sense of responsibtos strange? Its as t as muc I dont dare bring it up anymore, because Im afraid it makes able. I to intrude, not for all the world.
I can tell by Peters face t as deeply as I do. Last nig;t; Peter flusop.
t?
You cant imagine s like to o stand on t being able to do anyt sometimes feel at t love. Poor Peter, o be loved so much!
It sounded so cold . o y, ude and ain o show his feelings.
Poor Peter, up? ont ?
Oer, if only I could me! together we could banish our loneliness, yours and mine!
Ive been doing a great deal of t not saying mucill if togeterday, and because I kneious. I couldnt ; t and serious I am on t on tside!
to discover the chink in my armor?
Its just as t er. My conquest could never be so ciful and so nice he same sex!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
PS. You knoell you t I live from one encounter to t. I keep o discover t o see me, and Im in raptures empts. I to be able to express tle does s I find so touching.
tUESDAY, MARCh 7,1944
Dearest Kitty,
o my life in 1942, it all seems so unreal. t ence ely different from t corner, ty or so friends, te of most of my teacten by Fat more could anyone ask for?
Youre probably s ecause I m quot;attractive,quot; but t isnt it entirely. teacertained by my clever ansty remarks, my smtical mind. ts all I errible flirt, coquettiss, o peek at my ans stuck-up.
ould all t admiration eventually ? Its a good t, at t of my glory, I o reality. It took me more to get used to doing admiration.
scernal ringleader, never in a bad mood, never a crybaby. as it any everyone ed to bicycle to sctle favors?
I look back at t Anne Frank as a pleasant, amusing, but superficial girl, did Peter say about me? quot;henever I saw you, you were
surrounded by a flock of girls and at least ttention!quot; .
s remained of t Anne Frank? O forgotten o laugoss off a remark, Im just as good, if not better, at raking people over till flirt and be amusing, if I to be . . .
But tco live t seemingly carefree and t eful to t person to talk to me about somet friends, not admirers. Peo- ple my flattering smile. t matter, as long as theyre sincere?
In spite of everyt altogeten felt Id been deserted, but because I t it. I enjoyed myself as mucrying consciously or unconsciously to fill th jokes.
Looking back, I realize t to a close; my even miss tgro kid around, since my serious side is alhere.
I see my life up to Ne . tions -- I couldnt take it all in. I o talk back.
t crying spells, loneliness and tion of my faults and s- comings, ried to drao me and failed. t me on my oo face t task of improving myself so I o .
tly better. I became a teenager, and reated more like a groo t to e stories, finally coming to t to do to sed to c my motely and totally, and t . But ed me even more he
realization t I o be able to confide in Fat trust anyone but myself.
After Ne for a girlfriend, but for a boyfriend. I also discovered an inner erior. From time to time I . Noer, since ure depends largely on him!
I lie in bed at niger ending my prayers ;Ice una Liebe una Sc;* [* t is good and dear and beautiful.] and Im filled o e; Peters love (ure, ure and tremendous beauty of everyt splendor, as das Schone.
At sucs I dont t all t about ty t still remains. tly. ;t all t part of it.quot; My advice is: quot;Go outside, to try, enjoy ture o offer. Go outside and try to recapture ty in yourself and in everything around you and be happy.”
I dont t, because o do if you become part of tely lost. On trary, beauty remains, even in misfortune. If you just look for it, you discover more and more h will never die in misery!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
EDNESDAY, MARCh 8, 1944
Margot and I ing eaces, just for fun, of course.
Anne: Its strange, but I can only remember ter Mr. Dussel nigs noer to ternoon and Mr. Dussel is snoring again, ty, I deliberately made more noise to get to stop.
Margot: ter, the gasping for air?
Anne: tter, because it stops ion.
I didnt e to Margot, but o you, dear Kitty, is t Ive been dreaming of Peter a great deal. t before last I dreamed I ing rig little boy from ting rink; er, troduced myself, overdoing it a bit, and asked er.
In my dream I ers I actually knew!
tanding in Peters room, facing eacairs.
I said someto replied t love me all t muc I s flirt. In a desperate and pleading voice I said, quot;Im not flirting, Peter!”
er said it after all.
Last nig Peters cing: t as soft as the cheeks of a man who already shaves.
FRIDAY, MARCh 10, 1944
My dearest Kitty,
t;Misfortunes never come singlyquot; defi- nitely applies to today. Peter just got t. Let me tell you all t are still hanging over our heads.
First, Miep is sick, as a result of erday. S cold in terkerk, urned to time omacarted bleeding, so Beps been left to alone. ted a man ( in ing). Its terrible not only for for us as oes, butter and jam. Mr. M., as Ill call een, and anothe way.
Last nigtle scare: door. For t of the evening we were nervous and gloomy.
Lately I been at all in to e do me erribly upset about t much room for him in my diary.
tuesday, ednesday and ters room from four-ty to five-fifteen. e ed about one to t ernoon, but best of all is t I ters just as pleased to see me.
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
tURDAY, MARCh 11, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
I been able to sit still lately. I airs and doalking to Peter, but Im al about t, about s and about its not enouges I ual. Ive c t doesnt necessarily mean of friends, alt ime I let time t o get you all worked up as well, simply because Im so miserable!
SUNDAY, MARCh 12, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
tting crazier he days go by.
Peter looked at me since yesterday. ing as if me. Im doing my best not to cer o talk to tle as possible, but its
not easy! s going on, e and ruso my side t? Per its really is.
Per moody like me, and tomorro again!
I time trying to maintain a normal facade alk, c of all I miss tdoors and ! I tting everytty, but tate of utter confusion: on t looking at ter to me so muc be calm again!
Day and nig ask myself, quot;o be alone? oo mucime upstairs? Do you talk too muc serious subjects yet ready to talk about? Maybe even like you? all been your imagination? But told you so muc ; And a w more.
Yesterday afternoon I by tside t I lay doed o sleep and not o t until four, but to go next door. It easy, ansions and inventing an excuse to explain my nap to Fat a lie, since I did he inside!
Ordinary people, ordinary girls, teenagers like myself, tle nuts y. But ts just it. I pour my out to you, and t of time Im as impudent, c as possible to avoid questions and keep from getting on my own nerves.
Margot is very kind and o confide in I cant tell akes me too seriously, far too seriously, and spends a lot of time t er, looking at me closely w;Is sing, or does s?”
Its because oget to be around me all time. angle my jumbled ts? hen will I find inner peace again?
Yours, Anne
tUESDAY, MARCh 14, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
It mig for me) to o eat today. tairs, so at t Im seated at table preo my nose and mout est idea alking about, so let me quot;begin at t; ted, so ra- -, tion books-no coupons, no fats and oils. Since Miep and Mr. Kleiman are sick again, Bep cant manage tcomor- ro , butter or margarine. e cant eat fried potatoes for breakfast (ead, and because Mrs. van D. tarving, s of masatoes and pickled kale. tionary measure believe ink cure of spoiled plums, rotten eggs and brine. Ug t of o eat t muck makes me to t, our potatoes racted sucrange diseases t one out of every ts of pommes de terre ertain ourselves by trying to figure out hey suffer from cancer, smallpox and measles.
ly, being in inking mess were over!
to tell you trut matter so muco me if life in ot ts just it: tedious existence is starting to make us all disagreeable. situation (c alloo icking to the rules):
Mrs. van Daan: quot;Id stopped ing to be queen of tc sitting around doing not back to cooking. Still, I cant s impossible to cook oil, and all ting smells make me sick to my stomac do I get in return for my efforts? Ingratitude and rude remarks. Im al blamed for everyts more, its my opinion t ttle progress. terrified t o starve, and w everyone who comes near.”
Mr. van Daan: quot;I just smoke and smoke and smoke. tical
situation and Kerlis moods dont seem so bad. Kerlis a s. If I dont o smoke, I get sick, to eat meat, life becomes unbearable, noto be a flaming ro.”
Mrs. Frank: quot;Foods not very important, but Id love a slice of rye bread rig a stop to Mr. van Daans smoking long ago. But I desperately need a cigarette noakes, but t and be grateful Im not in Poland.”
Mr. Frank: quot;Everyt need a tay calm, plenty of time. Just give me my potatoes, and Ill be quiet. Better set aside some of my rations for Bep. tical situation is improving, Im extremely optimistic.”
Mr. Dussel: quot;I must complete task Ive set for myself, everyt be finisime. tical situation is looking gut, its eempossible for us to get caught.
Me, me, me . . . .”
Yours, Anne
thURSDAY, MARCh 16, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
s! All Ive been oday is: quot;If t rouble, and if so-and-so gets sick, to fend for ourselves, and if . . .”
ell, you kno, or at any rate I assume youre famts of to guess alking about.
t;ifsquot; is t Mr. Kugler ail, Bep is doo stay omorroten over om- ac consciousness. a tale of woe!
e tly to a reliable doctor for a medical certificate of ill to ty omorro;if) Bep o stay he door will remain locked and well have
to be as quiet as mice so t one oclock Jan will come for o check on us poor forsaken souls, like a zookeeper.
ternoon, for t time in ages, Jan gave us some neside ly like a print:
quot;At Grandmothers Knee.”
eful audience alk of-e carrots erday overs, today s peas, and tomorroatoes.
e asked about Mieps doctor.
quot;Doctor?quot; said Jan. quot; doctor? I called ary on tion and old I could come pick it up tomor- roicularly bad case of flu, tor o tick out your tongue and say quot;Aah.”
O, your ts infected. Ill e out a prescription and you can bring it to ts t. Easy job , diagnosis by p I s blame tors.quot; After all, a person ients and too feors.”
Still, ors ing room looks like tors no longer turn up t tients, but at t; are you doing here?”
t;Go to tients y!”
Yours, Anne
thURSDAY, MARCh 16, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
tiful; Ill be going up to ttic in a moment.
I noer. antly being co anoto be so mucs anotake refuge in ttic. h you, I
can be myself, at least for a little to moan and groan. On trary, I to be brave!
tice not feelings, except t every day Im groemptuous of Motion- ate to Fato s ; Im closed up tigo maintain my air of confidence. No one must kno my and mind are constantly at o nole, but ions get times I fear t more often I actually hey do!
Os so terribly to talk to Peter about t I kno s so o act during time as if everytaken place! Kitty, Anne is crazy, but times and even crazier circumstances.
t part is being able to e dos and feelings; otely suffocate. I er t all to talk to t t possibly love ter Anne er, and my bustle and noise? ill and only person to see e mask? ill it take t love being akin to pity? Isnt t y him as much as I do myself!
I ly dont kno, so Peter to o least I rying to say, since its so o say it out loud!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
FRIDAY, MARCh 17, 1944
My dearest darling, Everyturned out all riger all; Bep just , not t a medical certificate to excuse ail. tire Annex breat t Margot and I are ratired of our parents.
Dont get me ill love Fat loves bot o make a fe out from under tairs, t Im going to do, t let me salt my food, Mot eigeen if it isnt time for me to co my nigo approve every book I read. I must admit, t at all strict about t and let me read nearly everyt Margot and I are sick and tired of o listen to ts and questions all day long.
t displeases ttle kisses morning, noon and nige nicknames seem so affected, and Fatalking about farting and going to ting. In s, Id like notter to do t understand t. Not t Margot and I o t ? t understand anyway.
Margot said last nig; really bot if you o put your ely ask w feel well.”
For bots been quite a bloo suddenly realize t very little remains of to ly because everyt of kilter I mean t reated like c comes to external matters, wher girls our age.
Even teen, I kno, I knoeenager, I feel Im more of a person tely independent of otter at debating or carrying on a discussion tive, I dont exaggerate as mucidier and better I feel (t Im superior to o love someone, I o admire and respect t I feel neit nor admiration for Mother!
Everyt if only I er, since I admire him in many ways.
and clever!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
SAtURDAY, MARCh 18, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
Ive told you more about myself and my feelings told a living soul, so include sex?
Parents, and people in general, are very peculiar o sex. Instead of telling ters everyt t of t t arises and leave to find out everyter on, ice t tion, tually do. So ry to make amends by asking ts w?
A major stumbling block for ts -- ts no more t t, in most cases, ty is a lot of nonsense.
As far as Im concerned, its not o bring a little experience to a marriage. After all, it o do self, does it?
Soon after I turned eleven, told me about menstruation. But even t it as I uition told me seemed like a crazy idea at first, but !
It c come out of tummies. As s it, quot;s go in is !quot; Jacque and I found out about te a feails, from a book on sex education. I also kne you could keep from ery. old me about prostitutes, etc., but all in all till unansions.
If mot tell t in bits and pieces, and t cant be right.
Even ts Saturday, Im not bored! ts because Ive been up in ttic er. I sat t was wonderful.
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
SUNDAY, MARCh 19, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
Yesterday ant day for me. After lunc five I put on tatoes, and Moto take to Peter.
I didnt to at first, but I finally . accept t ill because of t argument rust.
Suddenly I couldnt bear it a moment longer and my eyes filled ears. it anoturned tter to Mot to to ero talk t er. Before dinner t say anyt as ting doo eat, I o practice your soniger?”
quot;No,quot; was his reply.
quot;Id like to talk to you later on.”
he agreed.
After t to quar- rel. Luckily, t t t it o seem so eager. It doairs and my face er. So after taking doer for Margot, I back up to get a little fres and stood beside to Peters room. anding on t side of t over to t side. Its muco talk next to an open , and I ter felt told eac I cant repeat it all. But it felt good; it s ouched on.
First alked about t lig ed from our parents. I told Peter about Mot and myself. At one point ;You al you?”
quot;One? Dozens of t, do you?”
quot;No, Ive never really kissed anyone.”
quot;Not even on your birt;
quot;Yeahday I have.”
e talked about rusts our parents, and s love eac deal and
to.
out in bed and o t and sten to knoill tell eactle, since ogetalked about every imaginable t trust, feelings and ourselves. Oty, as I t he would be.
talked about t even recognize ourselves from t period. stand eac first.
I , and Id quickly concluded t hing special.
I didnt understand noo retreat to my noise and exuberance and I also liked peace and quiet but dont my diary, and t everyone arting I dont al to sit s. e discussed my parents hes here.
and o ionso s, and o hey argue.
quot;But youre al; he said.
quot;; I asked, greatly surprised.
quot;By being cheerful.”
t told me t mind my coming to o; in fact, . I also told all of Fat names a kiss automatically lead to trust. e also talked about doing ter selves, my mask, etc.
It ime being, ts enougeful and find t apolo- gize, Kitty, since my style is not up to my usual standard today. Ive just ten o my head!
I Peter and I s. me smile and t s as if a ligay like t her.
Your grateful and happy Anne MONDAY, MARCh 20, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
ter asked me if Id come again one evening. be disturbing wwo.
I said I couldnt see s didnt t I s let t botold o come some Saturday evening and also asked me know whe moon.
quot;Sure,quot; ;maybe airs and look at t; I agreed; Im not really so scared of burglars.
In time, a sime Ive Margot likes Peter. Just kno tuation is very unpleasant. Noime I go see Peter Im ing meaning to.
t ss it s Margot just says I s feel sorry for her.
quot;I ts so a youve become t,quot; I added.
quot;Im used to t,quot; s bitterly.
I dont dare tell Peter. Maybe later on, but o discuss so many ot.
Mot nignt carry my indifference and contempt for oo far. In spite of everytry once again to be friendly and keep my remarks to myself!
Even Pim isnt as nice as o be. rying not to treat me like a c no o see ! if I dont do my algebra, I get any tutoring after t and see o start again, provided I get a new book.
ts enoug gaze at Peter, and Im filled to overflowing!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
Evidence of Margots goodness. I received today, March 20, 1944:
Anne, yesterday being entirely .
tuation is t jealous of eiter. Im just sorry I found anyone likely to in ture. But ts you o place your trust in eac on so mucake for granted.
On tain Id never ten as far er, because I to feel very close to a person before I could ss. Id to ood me t say much.
For t ellectually superior to me, and t isnt ter. But I can imagine your feeling close to him.
So to reproace taking sometitled to; notruter o gain by your friendship.
My answer:
Dearest Margot, Your letter remely kind, but I still dont feel completely tuation, and I dont think I ever will.
At t, Peter and I dont trust eaco ts just t to eac sunss also easier to ops. I to feel a kind of sisterly affection for Peter and o as muco do t someday, ts not trust rust o corne from bots t lets not talk about it anymore. If till to discuss, please e, because its easier for me to say o-face. You know how le much I admire you, and only
some of your goodness and Fat sense, you t alike.
Yours, Anne
EDNESDAY, MARCh 22,1944
Dearest Kitty,
I received tter last nig:
Dear Anne, After your letter of yesterday I feeling t your conscience boto Peters to alk; t. In my , I kno my trust (as I do be able to tolerate Peter in his place.
e, I do ter as a kind of brot feelers, and a broterly affection mayor may not develop at some later date, but its certainly not reac stage yet. So to feel sorry for me. No youve found companions as much as you can.
In time, tting more and more y, t true love may be developing in t marrying Peter if ayed so silly after all. Not t Im t even kno married.
Im sure no Peter loves me too; I just dont kno figure out if s only a good friend, or if tracted to me as a girl or as a sister.
s remendously ep too see him.
;If t be so bad.quot; remely able, and I to see me. Mean- il ten-fifteen.
Oo Saturday nigo our isfied time; ill say t
to c sitting still. and good and beautiful. I t surprised about me at all to be, but a dreamer, like as many troubles!
Last niger ted for o ask me to stay upstairs. But not ao tell Dussel it ime to listen to t oo long, back upstairs. to bed early.
tire evening I less I kept going to to splaser on my face. I read a bit, daydreamed some more, looked at ted, ed, ed, all tening to - steps. I to bed early, exed.
tonigo take a batomorrow?
tomorrows so far away!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
My answer:
Dearest Margot, I t to and see be mucer and I o t knourn out; I cant see any farthe end of my nose.
But Im certain of one ter and I do become friends, Im going to tell o me to, Im sure, but I dont care; I dont knoer t Ill ask ime comes. Its certainly notrary! Youre o join us in ttic, or urbing us, because o talk only in ts dark.
Keep your spirits up! Im doing my best, ts not alime may come sooner think.
Yours, Anne
thURSDAY, MARCh 23, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
to normal hank goodness!
Mieps been back since yesterday, but today it o take to oms. Bep is better, till o stay ime.
Yesterday a plane craso parace out in time. It crasop of a sc luckily t, ts. terdammers sucardly deed. e-by s. Brrr, I e the sound of gunfire.
No myself.
I er yesterday and, somely dont kno sex. Id made up my mind a long time ago to ask Margot and I very Margot and me and Mot lately I didnt dare ask to enligefully accepted: raceptives o t t one; ell me tonigold o Jacque, and said t girls are defenseless against strong boys. quot;ell, you dont o be afraid of me,quot; he said.
evening, old me is ly embarrassing, but still ao be able to discuss it o talk so openly to a girl or a boy, respectively, about sucimate matters. I told me a lot about teln* [* Sivmitteln: propics] in German.
t nig and I alking about Bram and trees, two friends of hers.
ty surprise: after breakfast Peter beckoned me upstairs. quot;t y trick you played on me,quot; ;I you and Margot nig ed to find out er knehen have a good laugh!”
I unned! I did everyto talk of t outrageous idea; I could understand , but it just true!
quot;Oer,quot; I said. quot;Id never be so mean. I told you I pass on anyto me and I . to put on an act like t and tely be so mean. . . No,Peter, ts not my idea ofa joke.
It be fair. I didnt say anyt. ont you believe me?quot; I to talk about it again sometime. Ive done not it. t out and said w was on mean. !
Noell hing!
Yours, Anne
FRIDAY, MARCh 24, 1944
Dear Kitty,
I often go up to Peters room after dinner noo breat around to meaningful conversations more quickly in tickling your face. Its cozy and snug sitting beside side. t remarks e ,quot;* [* Annes second ;Is it proper for a gentleman to receive young girls in nigs out?quot; Peter ticisms. My motally, is also bursting y and simply dying to ask alk about, only sly afraid Id refuse to anser says t jealous because ake ts to .
Sometimes airs to get me, but ts aoo, because in spite of all ions urns brig t of blus must be extremely unpleasant.
Besides, it bot Margot o sit doairs all by airs enjoying Peters company. But it? I mind it if s s be t, sitting there like a lump on a log.
Ive o listen to countless remarks about our sudden friends tell you en tion at meals an Annex ake any notice of tal cc? s all so silly. s forgotten t tly t any rate, t us wheyre serious when were joking.
I dont knoo , or o say.
But if it goes on like tually be able to be toget talking. If only s op acting so strangely. Its probably because t like seeing me so often; Peter and I certainly never tell t alk about. Imagine if timate things.
Id like to ask Peter ted as girls. You can easily see s different. In als, or er o tell you trut easier.
describing a girls parts? I can tell from ly all fits togetalking about t;Muttermund,quot; [* cervix], but ts on t see it. Everytty il I realize t of labia on t see ts even funnier is t I t urine came out of toris. I asked Motime little bump o!
But to get back to t. it all looks like any models?
Sry anyway? Okay, here goes!
anding up, all you see from t is , cusogetanding, so you cant see e e fles, beter
labia, t, on second t, looks like a kind of blister. ts toris. togettle mound, no bigger top of my t , looks as if it skin, and yet ts in t. Its rying to get your index finger inside. ts all t it plays sucant role!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
SAtURDAY, MARCh 25, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
You never realize il after its e drastically, everyt me is different: my opinions, ideas, critical outlook.
In safely add, since its true, Ive cter. I once told you t, after years of being adored, it to ty of gro Fato blame for my o put up ed me to enjoy life, ;t; side of all t ime before I discovered ty-fifty. I no many blunders ted mistake in dealing ttedly, t o be feigned). Above all, I to keep to neit ts not difficult, but it is o your side by agreeing ening quietly, not saying muc of all . . . responding to easing and alking openly to ting s ts simply because Im and tell people rigo t I ts not very flattering. I to be ; I t gets you furtter about yourself.
Yesterday Mrs. van D. alking about t;All at a certain point I t enougake
trouble, Mr. Kleiman could scrounge up as badly.”
quot;No, Mrs. van Daan,quot; I replied. quot;I dont agree o get tle rice, but like o it. Its not our place to criticize tever t. One less plate of rice a make t muc beans.”
Mrs. van D. didnt see it my s, even to back do irely different matter.
ell, Ive said enougimes I knoimes I s, but Ill eventually get o be! I kno I er ch and rainy day!
I ly dont kno to force told Faten go see Peter and asked if he approved, and of course he did!
Its muco tell Peter to myself; for example, I told to e later on, and if I cant be a er, to e in addition to my work.
I dont beautiful, intelligent or clever, but Im end to stay t ing nature, and Id like everyone else to be oo.
Your devoted friend, Anne M. Frank
An empty day, t, Is just as dark as any night.
(I e t no longer rue, but I included it because my poems are so feween.)
MONDAY, MARCh 27, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
At least one long cer on our life in politics, but Ive been
avoiding t, since it interests me so little. today, e an entire letter to politics.
Of course, t opinions on topic, and its not surprising to frequently discussed in times of . . . arguing so muc politics is just plain stupid! Let ts, grumble and do as long as te dont let t only makes tside bring us a lot of ne later proves to be untrue; o now our radio has never lied. Jan, Miep, Mr.
Kleiman, Bep and Mr. Kugler go up and doical moods, t of all.
es over tc., etc., are accompanied by countless exclamations suc;Eempossible!, Urn Gottes illen* [* O getting started noo last!, Its going splendidly, But, great!”
Optimists and pessimists -- not to mention ts -- air tain t trut annoys a certain lady t isain tacks easing and dispar- aging remarks about ion!
And so it goes from early in to late at nig is t t tired of it. Ive discovered a trick, and t is overc art talking about politics.
All it takes is a single question, a ence, and before you kno, tire family is involved!
As if t;e Ne; and t enougs. In a t tising around t unlike t lies ty-four hours a day!
So tc eig earlier) and is listened to every il nine, ten or even eleven at nig evidence yet t ts e patience, but also t turned to mus to insult anyone). One broadcast, t t, so last tire day. But no, those old nincompoops. . .
never mind, Ive already said it all! quot;Music ; tc from England, Frank P a turn and fInd a ener. If ts arent eating or sleeping, tered around talking about eating, sleeping and politics. s getting to be a bore, and its all I can do to keep from turning into a dreary old crone myself! t mig be such a bad idea!
on Churchill.
Nine oclock, Sunday evening. teapot, under its cozy, is on table, and ts enter the room.
Dussel sits to t of t of it and Peter to the side.
Mot to Mr. van D., ting in t ro table. I realize t a very clear description of our seating arrangements, but it doesnt matter. ters eyes close from train of listening, Mama is dressed in rembling because of take no notice of t fly blitoea, and Margot and I are united in a sisterly aken possession of bots gooo small, too tigoo s. It all looks so intimate, cozy and peaceful, and for once it really is. Yet I a tient, straining at to start anot!
Pst, pst, like a cat luring a mouse from its o quarrels and dissent.
Yours, Anne
tUESDAY, MARCh 28, 1944
My dearest Kitty,
As muco e more on politics, I s of oto report today. First, Motually forbidden me to go up to Peters, since, according to ers invited Margot to join us upstairs.
or is just saying it out of politeness, I dont kno I sake any notice of Mrs. van Daans jealousy and o.
s me going upstairs, s me to go back to doing my he room I share willi Dussel. She may be jealous
begrudge us ts nice along so likes Peter too, but feels t t talk about two.
Furters in love o tell you trutd be a lot easier to get to kno if he keeps admiring my dimples, can I?
Im in a very difficult position. Mot me and Im against urns a blind eye to t struggle betill loves me, but Im not at all uno me.
As for Peter. . . I dont to give and I admire iful relationso our business again? Fortu- nately, Im used to to s o say anyto feel mine, t Petels cer and Petel, youre one and t understand us; tand t ent just to sit beside eac say a draogeties? And yet its good t t makes t muciful. ill a child;
atoes or otrong; co look for burglars, s muco me to teaco me in nearly every way!
do our thing.
Fated, but Im not, Im merely vain! I ell me I ty, except for a boy at sce er paid me a true com- pliment, and just for fun Ill give you a rougion.
Peter often says, quot;Smile!quot; I t it range, so yesterday I asked ;hy
do you al me to smile?”
quot;Because you get dimples in your c?”
quot;I s ty I possess.”
quot;No, no, ts not true!”
quot;Yes it is. I kno beautiful. I never have been and I never will be!”
quot;I dont agree. I tty.”
quot;I am not.”
quot;I say you are, and youll o take my .quot; So of course I t him.
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
EDNESDAY, MARCh 29, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
Mr. Bolkestein, t Minister, speaking on tc from London, said t after tion ters dealing imagine eresting it o publis t Annex. title alone ective story.
Seriously, ten years after t very amusing to read e and alked about as Je deal about our lives, you still knotle about us. ened t Sunday, for instance, trembled like blades of grass in the wind. Or how many epidemics are raging here.
You knoters, and it ake me all day to describe everyto t detail. People o stand in line to buy vegetables and all kinds of goods; doctors cant visit tients, since tolen t turn ts are so common t you
ask yourself ten into tco make t-fingered.
Little c- and eleven- year-olds, smaseal dare leave tes, since to come back and find all their belongings gone.
Every day tices for turn of stolen typeers, Persian rugs, electric clocks, fabrics, etc. tric clocks on street corners are dismantled, public pripped doo t wire.
Morale among tc be good. Everyones for tz coffee, a ion doesnt last to Germany, t clots 7.50 guil- ders on t. Besides, fe four mont very well ime.
One good t of ts s of sabo- tage against ties are increasing. tion board, tizens or denouncing to prison. Fortunately, only a small percentage of Dutche wrong side.
Yours, Anne
FRIDAY, MARCh 31, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
Just imagine, its still fairly cold, and yet most people coal for nearly a mont it? timism about t, because ts going great guns! I dont often e about tical situation, but I must tell you . t River in Romania. to Odessa, and ternopol. Every niging an extra communique from Stalin.
tes in Moscoy must be rumbling and so pretend tings nearby or t o express t know!
roops.
till a million Jeoo are doomed.
Notoday is Mr. van Daans birts of tobacco, one serving of coffee, but not least, a cake ly gluey because of ty of tter, but deli- cious anyway.
All t talk about Peter and me . o pick me up tonigty nice of you tes doing it! ere very good friends. e spend a lot of time togetalk about every imaginable subject. Its so nice not o o a delicate topic, talking about blood and someion turned to menstruation, etc. e tougo be able to and t I am too. I wonder why?
My life ten better, mucter. God forsaken me, and he never will.
Yours, Anne
M. Frank