安妮日记- 第6部分

a　wooden　staircase　leads　from　the　downstairs　hallway　to　the　third　floor。　at　the　top　of　the　stairs　is　a　landing；　with　doors　on　either　side。　the　door　on　the　left　takes　you　up　to　the　spice　storage　area；　attic　and　loft　in　the　front　part　of　the　house。　a　typically　dutch；　very　steep；　ankle…twisting　flight　of　stairs　also　runs　from　the　front　part　of　the　house　to　another　door　opening　onto　the　street。

the　door　to　the　right　of　the　landing　leads　to　the　〃secret　annex〃　at　the　back　ofthe　house。　no　one　would　ever　suspect　there　were　so　many　rooms　behind　that　plain　gray　door。　theres　just　one　small　step　in　front　of　the　door；　and　then　youre　inside。　straight　ahead　of　you　is　a　steep　flight　of　stairs。　to　the　left　is　a　narrow　hallway　opening　onto　a　room　that　serves　as　the　frank　familys　living　＇insert　map　here＇

room　and　bedroom。　next　door　is　a　smaller　room；　the　）edroom　and　study　of　the　two　young　ladies　of　the　family。　ro　the　right　of　the　stairs　is　a　windowless　washroom。　with　a　link。　the　door　in　the　corner　leads　to　the　toilet　and　another　one　to　margots　and　my　room。　if　you　go　up　the　itairs　and　open　the　door　at　the　top；　youre　surprised　to　see　such　a　large；　light　and　spacious　room　in　an　old　canalside　house　like　this。　it　contains　a　stove　（thanks　to　the　fact　hat　it　used　to　be　mr。　kuglers　laboratory）　and　a　sink。

this　will　be　the　kitchen　and　bedroom　of　mr。　and　mrs。　van　daan；　as　well　as　the　general　living　room；　dining　room　and　study　for　us　all。　a　tiny　side　room　is　to　be　peter　van　daans　bedroom。　then；　just　as　in　the　front　part　of　the　building；　theres　an　attic　and　a　loft。　so　there　you　are。　now　ive　introduced　you　to　the　whole　of　our　lovely　annex！

yours；　anne　

friday；　july　10；　1942

dearest　kitty；　ive　probably　bored　you　with　my　long　description　of　our　house；　but　i　still　think　you　should　know　where　ive　ended　up；　how　i　ended　up　here　is　something　youll　figure　out　from　my　next　letters。

but　first；　let　me　continue　my　story；　because；　as　you　know；　i　wasnt　finished。　after　we　arrived　at　263　prinsengracht；　miep　quickly　led　us　through　the　long　hallway　and　up　the　wooden　staircase　to　the　next　floor　and　into　the　annex。　she　shut　the　door　behind　us；　leaving　us　alone。　margot　had　arrived　much　earlier　on　her　bike　and　was　waiting　for　us。

our　living　room　and　all　the　other　rooms　were　so　full　of　stuff　that　i　cant　find　the　words　to　describe　it。　all　the　cardboard　boxes　that　had　been　sent　to　the　office　in　the　last　few　months　were　piled　on　the　floors　and　beds。　the　small　room　was　filled　from　floor　to　cethng　with　linens。　if　we　wanted　to　sleep　in　properly　made　beds　that　night；　we　had　to　get　going　and　straighten　up　the　mess。　mother　and　margot　were　unable　to　move　a　muscle。　they　lay　down　on　their　bare　mattresses；　tired；　miserable　and　i　dont　know　what　else。　but　father　and　i；　the　two　cleaner…uppers　in　the　family；　started　in　right　away。

all　day　long　we　unpacked　boxes；　filled　cupboards；　hammered　nails　and　straightened　up　the　mess；　until　we　fell　exhausted　into　our　clean　beds　at　night。　we　hadnt　eaten　a　hot　meal　all　day；　but　we　didnt　care；　mother　and　margot　were　too　tired　and　keyed　up　to　eat；　and　father　and　i　were　too　busy。

tuesday　morning　we　started　where　we　left　off　the　night　before。　bep　and　miep　went　grocery　shopping　with　our　ration　coupons；　father　worked　on　our　blackout　screens；　we　scrubbed　the　kitchen　floor；　and　were　once　again　busy　from　sunup　to　sundown。　until　wednesday；　i　didnt　have　a　chance　to　think　about　the　enormous　change　in　my　life。

then　for　the　first　time　since　our　arrival　in　the　secret　annex；　i　found　a　moment　to　tell　you　all　about　it　and　to　realize　what　had　happened　to　me　and　what　was　yet　to　happen。

yours；　anne　

saturday；　july　11；　1942

dearest　kitty；

father；　mother　and　margot　still　cant　get　used　to　the　chiming　of　the　westertoren　clock；　which　tells　us　the　time　every　quarter　of　an　hour。　not　me；　i　liked　it　from　the　start；　it　sounds　so　reassuring；　especially　at　night。　you　no　doubt　want　to　hear　what　i　think　of　being　in　hiding。　well；　all　i　can　say　is　that　i　dont　really　know　yet。　i　dont　think　ill　ever　feel　at　home　in　this　house；　but　that　doesnt　mean　i　hate　it。　its　more　like　being　on　vacation　in　some　strange　pension。　kind　of　an　odd　way　to　look　at　life　in　hiding；　but　thats　how　things　are。　the　annex　is　an　ideal　place　to　hide　in。　it　may　be　damp　and　lopsided；　but　theres　probably　not　a　more　fortable　hiding　place　in　all　of　amsterdam。　no；　in　all　of　holland。

up　to　now　our　bedroom；　with　its　blank　walls；　was　very　bare。　thanks　to　father　……　who　brought　my　entire　postcard　and　movie…star　collection　here　beforehand　……　and　to　a　brush　and　a　pot　of　glue；　i　was　able　to　plaster　the　walls　with　pictures。　it　looks　much　more　cheerful。　when　the　van　daans　arrive；　well　be　able　to　build　cupboards　and　other　odds　and　ends　out　of　the　wood　piled　in　the　attic。

margot　and　mother　have　recovered　somewhat。　yesterday　mother　felt　well　enough　to　cook　split…pea　soup　for　the　first　time；　but　then　she　was　downstairstalking　and　forgot　all　about　it。　the　beans　were　scorched　black；　and　no　amount　of　scraping　could　get　them　out　of　the　pan。

last　night　the　four　of　us　went　down　to　the　private　office　and　listened　to　england　on　the　radio。　i　was　so　scared　someone　might　hear　it　that　i　literally　begged　father　to　take　me　back　upstairs。　mother　understood　my　anxiety　and　went　with　me。　whatever　we　do；　were　very　afraid　the　neighbors　might　hear　or　see　us。　we　started　off　immediately　the　first　day　sewing　curtains。　actually；　you　can　hardly　call　them　that；　since　theyre　nothing　but　scraps　of　fabric；　varying　greatly　in　shape；　quality　and　pattern；　which　father　and　i　stitched　crookedly　together　with　unskilled　fingers。　these　works　of　art　were　tacked　to

the　windows；　where　theyll　stay　until　we　e　out　of　hiding。

the　building　on　our　right　is　a　branch　of　the　keg　pany；　a　firm　from　zaandam；　and　on　the　left　is　a　furniture　workshop。　though　the　people　who　work　there　are　not　on　the　premises　after　hours；　any　sound　we　make　might　travel　through　the　walls。　weve　forbidden　margot　to　cough　at　night；　even　though　she　has　a　bad　cold；　and　are　giving　her　large　doses　of　codeine。

im　looking　forward　to　the　arrival　of　the　van　daans；　which　is　set　for　tuesday。　it　will　be　much　more　fun　and　also　not　as　quiet。　you　see；　its　the　silence　that　makes　me　so　nervous　during　the　evenings　and　nights；　and　id　give　anything　to　have　one　of　our　helpers　sleep　here。

its　really　not　that　bad　here；　since　we　can　do　our　own　cooking　and　can　listen　to　the　radio　in　daddys　office。

mr。　kleiman　and　miep；　and　bep　voskuijl　too；　have　helped　us　so　much。　weve　already　canned　loads　of　rhubarb；　strawberries　and　cherries；　so　for　the　time　being　i　doubt　well　be　bored。　we　also　have　a　supply　of　reading　material；　and　were　going　to　buy　lots　of　games。　of　course；　we　cant　ever　look　out　the　window　or　go　outside。　and　we　have　to　be　quiet　so　the　people　downstairs　cant　hear　us。

yesterday　we　had　our　hands　full。　we　had　to　pit　two　crates　of　cherries　for　mr。　kugler　to　can。　were　going　to　use　the　empty　crates　to　make　bookshelves。

someones　calling　me。

yours；　anne　

ment　added　by　anne　on　september　2g；　1942：　not　beina　able　to　ao　outside　upsets　me　more　than　i　can　say；　and　im　terrified　our　hidina　place　will　be　discovered　and　that　well　be　shot。　that；　of　course；　is　a　fairly　dismal　prospect。

sunday；　july　12；　1942

theyve　all　been　so　nice　to　me　this　last　month　because　of　my　birthday；　and　yet　every　day　i　feel　myself　drifting　further　away　from　mother　and　margot。　i　worked　hard　today　and　they　praised　me；　only　to　start　picking　on　me　again　five　minutes　later。

you　can　easily　see　the　difference　between　the　way　they　deal　with　margot　and　the　way　they　deal　with　me。　for　example；　margot　broke　the　vacuum　cleaner；　and　because　of

that　weve　been　without　light　for　the　rest　of　the　day。　mother　said；　〃well；　margot；　its　easy　to　see　youre　not　used　to　working；　otherwise；　youd　have　known　better　than　to　yank　the　plug　out　by　the　cord。〃　margot　made　some　reply；　and　that　was　the　end　of　the　story。

but　this　afternoon；　when　i　wanted　to　rewrite　something　on　mothers　shopping　list　because　her　handwriting　is　so　hard　to　read；　she　wouldnt　let　me。　she　bawled　me　out　again；　and　the　whole　family　wound　up　getting　involved。

i　dont　fit　in　with　them；　and　ive　felt　that　clearly　in　the　last　few　weeks。　theyre　so　sentimental　together；　but　id　rather　be　sentimental　on　my　own。　theyre　always　saying　how　nice　it　is　with　the　four　of　us；　and　that　we　get　along　so　well；　without　giving　a　moments　thought　to　the　fact　that　i　dont　feel　that　way。

daddys　the　only　one　who　understands　me；　now　and　again；　though　he　usually　sides　with　mother　and　margot。　another　thing　i　cant　stand　is　having　them　talk　about　me　in　front　of　outsiders；　telling　them　how　i　cried　or　how　sensibly　im　behaving。　its　horrible。

and　sometimes　they　talk　about　moortje　and　i　cant　take　that　at　all。　moortje　is　my　weak　spot。　i　miss　her　every　minute　of　the　day；　and　no　one　knows　how　often　i　think　of　her；　whenever　i　do；　my　eyes　fill　with　tears。　moortje　is　so　sweet；　and　i　love　her　so　much　that　i　keep　dreaming　shell　e　back　to　us。

i　have　plenty　of　dreams；　but　the　reality　is　that　well　have　to　stay　here　until　the　war　is　over。　we　cant　ever　go　outside；　and　the　only　visitors　we　can　have　are　miep；　her　husband　jan；　bep　voskuijl；　mr。　voskuijl；　mr。　kugler；　mr。　kleiman　and　mrs。　kleiman；　though　she　hasn