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；　we　heard　mrs。　van　d。　leap　up；　as　if　shed　been　bitten　by　mouschi。　this　was　followed　by　a　loud　boom；　which　sounded　as　if

a　firebomb　had　landed　beside　my　bed。　〃lights！　lights！〃　i　screamed。

pim　switched　on　the　lamp。　i　expected　the　room　to　burst　into　flames　any　minute。

nothing　happened。　we　all　rushed　upstairs　to　see　what　was　going　on。　mr。　and　mrs。　van　d。　had　seen　a　red　glow　through　the　open　window；　and　he　thought　there　was　a　fire　nearby；　while　she　was　certain　our　house　was　ablaze。　mrs。　van　d。　was　already　standing　beside　her　bed　with　her　knees　knocking　when　the　boom　came。　dussel　stayed　upstairs　to　smoke　a　cigarette；　and　we　crawled　back　into　bed。　less　than　fifteen　minutes　later　the　shooting　started　again。　mrs。　van　d。　sprang　out　of　bed　and　went　downstairs　to　dussel　s　room　to　seek　the　fort　she　was　unable　to　find　with　her　spouse。　dussel　weled　her　with　the　words　〃e　into　my　bed；　my　child！鈥�

we　burst　into　peals　of　laughter；　and　the　roar　of　the　guns　bothered　us　no　more；　our　fears　had　all　been　swept　away。

yours；　anne　

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JUNE；　1943

锛庡皬锛庤�达紟锛巘锛巟t锛庡ぉ锛庡爞锛�
sunday；　june　13；　1943

dearest　kitty；

the　poem　father　posed　for　my　birthday　is　too　nice　to　keep　to　myself。

since　pim　writes　his　verses　only　in　german；　margot　volunteered　to　translate　it　into　dutch。　see　for　yourself　whether　margot　hasnt　done　herself　proud。　it　begins　with　the　usual　summary　of　the　years　events　and　then　continues：

as　youngest　among　us；　but　small　no　more；　your　life　can　be　trying；　for　we　have　the　chore　of　being　your　teachers；　a　terrible　bore。

〃weve　got　experience！　take　it　from　me！鈥�

〃weve　done　this　all　before；　you　see。

we　know　the　ropes；　we　know　the　same。鈥�

since　time　immemorial；　always　the　same。

ones　own　shortings　are　nothing　but　fluff；　but　everyone　elses　are　heavier　stuff：

faultfinding　es　easy　when　this　is　our　plight；　but　its　hard　for　your　parents；　try　as　they　might；　to　treat　you　with　fairness；　and　kindness　as　well；

nitpickings　a　habit　thats　hard　to　dispel。

men　youre　living　with　old　folks；　all　you　can　do

is　put　up　with　their　nagging　　its　hard　but　its　true。

the　pill　may　be　bitter；　but　down　it　must　go；　for　its　meant　to　keep　the　peace；　you　know。

the　many　months　here　have　not　been　in　vain；　since　wasting　time　noes　against　your　brain。

you　read　and　study　nearly　all　the　day；　determined　to　chase　the　boredom　away。

the　more　difficult　question；　much　harder　to　bear；　is　〃what　on　earth　do　i　have　to　wear？

ive　got　no　more　panties；　my　clothes　are　too　tight；　my　shirt　is　a　loincloth；　im　really　a　siaht！

to　put　on　my　shoes　i　must　off　my　toes；　dh　dear；　im　plagued　with　so　many　woes！鈥�

margot　had　trouble　getting　the　part　about　food　to　rhyme；　so　im　leaving　it　out。　but　aside　from　that；　dont　you　think　its　a　good　poem？

for　the　rest；　ive　been　thoroughly　spoiled　and　have　received　a　number　of　lovely　presents；　including　a　big　book　on　my　favorite　subject；　greek　and　roman　mythology。

nor　can　i　plain　about　the　lack　of　candy；　everyone　had　dipped　into　their　last　reserves。　as　the　benjamin　of　the　annex；　i　got　more　than　i　deserve。

yours；　anne　

tuesday；　june　15；　1943

dearest　kitty；

heaps　of　things　have　happened；　but　i　often　think　im　boring　you　with　my　dreary　chitchat　and　that　youd　just　as　soon　have　fewer　letters。　so　ill　keep　the　news　brief。

mr。　voskuijl　wasnt　operated　on　for　his　ulcer　after　all。　once　the　doctors　had　him　on　the　operating　table　and　opened　him　up；　they　saw　that　he　had　cancer。　it　was　in　such　an　advanced　stage　that　an　operation　was　pointless。　so　they　stitched　him　up　again；　kept　him　in　the　hospital　for　three　weeks；　fed　him　well　and　sent　him　back　home。　but　they　made　an　unforgivable　error：　they　told　the　poor　man　exactly　what　was　in　store　for　him。

he　cant　work　anymore；　and　hes　just　sitting　at　home；　surrounded　by　his　eight　children；　brooding　about　his　approaching　death。　i　feel　very　sorry　for　him　and　hate　not　being　able　to　go　out；　otherwise；　id　visit　him　as　often　as　i　could　and　help　take　his　mind　off　matters。　now　the　good　man　can　no　longer　let　us　know　whats　being　said　and　done　in　the　warehouse；　which　is　a　disaster　for　us。　mr。　voskuijl　was　our　greatest　source　of

help　and　suppor　when　it　came　to　safety　measures。　we　miss　him　very　much。

next　month　its　our　turn　to　hand　over　our　radio　to　the　authorities。　mr。　kleiman　has　a　small　set　hidden　in　his　home　that　hes　giving　us　to　replace　our　beautiful　cabinet　radio。

its　a　pity　we　have　to　turn　in　our　big　philips；　but　when　youre　in　hiding；　you　cant　afford　to　bring　the　authorities　down　on　your　heads。　of　course；　well　put　the　〃baby鈥�

radio　upstairs。　whats　a　clandestine　radio　when　there　are　already　clandestine　jews　and　clandestine　money？

all　over　the　country　people　are　trying　to　get　hold　of　an　old　radio　that　they　can　hand　over　instead　of　their　〃morale　booster。〃　its　true：　as　the　reports　from　outside　grow　worse　and　worse；　the　radio；　with　its　wondrous　voice；　helps　us　not　to　lose　heart　and　to　keep　telling　ourselves；　〃cheer　up；　keep　your　spirits　high；　things　are　bound　to　get　better！鈥�

yours；　anne　

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JULY；　1943

銆傚皬锛胯�达伎txt澶╁爞
sunday；　july　11；　1943

dear　kitty；

to　get　back　to　the　subject　of　child…rearing　（for　the　umpteenth　time）；　let　me　tell　you　that　im　doing　my　best　to　be　helpful；　friendly　and　kind　and　to　do　all　i　can　to　keep　the　rain　of　rebukes　down　to　a　light　drizzle。　its　not　easy　trying　to　behave　like　a　model　child　with　people　you　cant　stand；　especially　when　you　dont　mean　a　word　of　it。　but　i　can　see　that　a　little　hypocrisy　gets　me　a　lot　further　than　myoid　method　of　saying　exactly　what　i　think　（even　though　no　one　ever　asks　my　opinion　or　cares　one　way　or　another）。　of　course；　i　often　forget　my　role　and　find　it　impossible　to　curb　my　anger　when　theyre　unfair；　so　that　they　spend　the　next　month　saying　the　most　impertinent　girl　in　the　world。　dont　you　think　im　to　be　pitied　sometimes？　its　a　good　thing　im　not　the　grouchy　type；　because　then　i　might　bee　sour　and　bad…tempered。　i　can　usually　see　the　humorous　side　of　their　scoldings；　but　its　easier　when　somebody　else　is　being　raked　over　the　coals。

further；　ive　decided　（after　a　great　deal　of　thought）　to　drop　the　shorthand。　first；　so　that　i　have　more　time　for　my　other　subjects；　and　second；　because　of　my　eyes。　thats　a　sad　story。　ive　bee　very　nearsighted　and　should　have　had　glasses　ages　ago。

（ugh；　wont　i　look　like　a　dope！）。　but　as　you　know；　people　in　hiding　cant。　。　。

yesterday　all　anyone　here　could　talk　about　was　annes　eyes；　because　mother　had　suggested　i　go　to　the　ophthalmologist　with　mrs。　kleiman。　just　hearing　this　made　my

knees　weak；　since　its　no　small　matter。　going　outside！　just　think　of　it；　walking　down　the　street！　i　cant　imagine　it。　i　was　petrified　at　first；　and　then　glad。　but　its　not　as　simple　as　all　that；　the　various　authorities　who　had　to　approve　such　a　step　were　unable　to　reach　a　quick　decision。　they　first　had　to　carefully　weigh　all　the　difficulties　and　risks；　though　miep　was　ready　to　set　off　immediately　with　me　in　tow。　in　the　meantime；　id　taken　my　gray　coat　from　the　closet；　but　it　was　so　small　it　looked　as　if　it　might　have　belonged　to　my　little　sister。　we　lowered　the　hem；　but　i　still　couldnt　button　it。

im　really　curious　to　see　what　they　decide；　only　i　dont　think　theyll　ever　work　out　a　plan；　because　the　british　have　landed　in　sicily　and　fathers　all　set　for　a　〃quick　finish。鈥�

beps　been　giving　margot　and　me　a　lot　of　office　work　to　do。　it　makes　us　both　feel　important；　and　its　a　big　help　to　her。　anyone　can　file　letters　and　make　entries　in　a　sales　book；　but　we　do　it　with　remarkable　accuracy。

miep　has　so　much　to　carry　she　looks　like　a　pack　mule。　she　goes　forth　nearly　every　day　to　scrounge　up　vegetables；　and　then　bicycles　back　with　her　purchases　in　large　shopping　bags。　shes　also　the　one　who　brings　five　library　books　with　her　every　saturday。　we　long　for　saturdays　because　that　means　books。　were　like　a　bunch　of　little　kids　with　a　present。　ordinary　people　dont　know　how　much　books　can　mean　to　someone　whos　cooped　up。

our　only　diversions　are　reading；　studying　and　listening　to　the　radio。

yours；　anne　

tuesday；　july　13；　1943

the　best　little　table　yesterday　afternoon　father　gave　me　permission　to　ask　mr。　dussel　whether　he　would　p