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.

        "t; flas just to make sure,    doairs to t door, c;Bep aer must just ; Mr. van. D. cluded. c upstairs    he messy office.

        Early ter k 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, siry.     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 a 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 t 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 versations of t.

        ts! As if Peter, Margot, Bep and I didnt all     of a very, very close friend. But t uand t t us! Perhaps

        Mrs. van Daan does, a bit more to poor Bep, somet I knoween us, pusupid!

        I also talked tot about Fat    could be    so aggravating. ed be able tanize evenings in urns discussing a given subject. But .

        Its impossible for me to talk s sarcastid t 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    tell you to s up, but t keep you from    forbid someoo ter    er and me    love aion,     tic sages around anding us, since ive and muc!

        Love,    t it into anding someone, g 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 mao 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 politid 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.

        "Oer," 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.”

        "Its good t you admit it,"    almost embarrassed me too.

        talked about "upstairs" and "doairs" some more. Peter o    dont like s. "Peter," I said, "you knoell you ts too.”

        I added, "Peter, Id really like to    me? Youre caugion, and I kno say anyt it upsets you.”

        "Oh, your help is always wele!”

        "Maybe itd be better for you to talk to Fatell    pass it on.”

        "I know, hes a real pal.”

        "You like , dont you?”

        Peter nodded, and I tinued, "ell, oo, you know!”

        ouco see hese few words made him.

        "You t; he asked.

        "Yes," I said. "You    tell from ttle ts slip nohen.”

        to do some dictating.

        Peters a "terrific guy," just like Father!

        Yours, Anne

        M. Frank

        FRIDAY, MARCh 3,1944

        My dearest Kitty,

        o tonig calm and    seems Grandma is in t dle, and its Grandma s me and makes me feel . . . ts. .

        . Peter. I    to get tatoes today, and air; did you d the lunch break?”

        I sat doairs, and o talk. tatoes didnt make it to tcil five-fifteen (an er Id goo 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    tell temperature by looking at Margot and me, because urn ; I said.

        "In love?" he asked.

        "; It ty silly ansion).

        "?"    ime for dinner.

        did oday I finally mao ask ter bot;Os fine ; I t tell o shyness.

        Kitty, I sound like someone    not

        darling. Aer 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 kter. 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 b. ter. to ttic to ed to stay and practice my Freo 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, aer ;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, " I trust you there?”

        "Of course," I protested. "I take t as an insult!”

        M, noon and nigo seeier.

        Yours, Anne

        M. Frank

        PS. Before I fet, last niged in snos t not.

        MONDAY, MARCh 6, 1944

        Dearest Kitty,

        Ever sier told me about s, Ive felt a certain sense of responsibtos stras 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    tell by Peters face t    as deeply as I do. Last nig;t; Peter flusop.

        t?

        You t 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 k in my armor?

        Its just as    t er. My quest could never be so ciful and so nice he same sex!

        Yours, Anne

        M. Frank

        PS. You knoell you t I live from one enter 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 toug.

        tUESDAY, MARCh 7,1944

        Dearest Kitty,

        o my life in 1942, it all seems so unreal. t ence ely different from t    er, ty or so friends, te of most of my tea by Fat more could anyone ask for?

        Youre probably    s ecause I m "attractive," 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 admiratioually ? Its a good t, at t of my glory, I o reality. It took me more to get used to doing    admiration.

        sal ringleader, never in a bad mood, never a crybaby. as it any    everyoo bicycle to sctle favors?

        I look back at t Anne Frank as a pleasant, amusing, but superficial girl,    did Peter say about me? "henever I saw you, you were

        surrounded by a flock of girls and at least ttention!" .

        s remained of t Anne Frank? otten 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 altogete Id beeed, but because I    t it. I enjoyed myself as mug sciously or unsciously 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 ions -- I couldnt take it all in. I o talk back.

        t    g spells, loneliness and tion of my faults and s- ings, 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, aed more like a groo t to e stories, finally ing 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 fide in Fat trust a myself.

        After Ne firlfriend, but for a boyfriend. I also discovered an inner erior. From time to time I . Noer, since ure depends largely on him!

        I lie i niger ending my prayers ;Ia Liebe una Sc;* [* t is good and dear aiful.] and Im filled o e; Peters love (ure, ure and tremendous beauty of everyt splendor, as das Se.

        At sucs I dont t all t about ty t still remains. tly. ;t all t part of it." My advice is: "Go outside, to try, enjoy ture o o outside and try to recapture ty in yourself and ihing around you and be happy.”

        I dont t, because o do if you bee 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.

        As strange, but I    only remember ter    Mr. Dussel    nigs o ternoon and Mr. Dussel is sn again, ty, I deliberately made more o get to stop.

        Margot: ter, the gasping for air?

        Aer, because it stops ion.

        I didot, 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 riroduced myself, overdoing it a bit, and asked    er.

        In my dream I    ers I actually knew!

        tanding iers room, fag eacairs.

        I said someto    replied t    love me all t muc I s flirt. In a desperate and pleading voice I said, "Im not flirting, Peter!”

        er    said it after all.

        Last nig Peters g: t as soft as the cheeks of a man who already shaves.

        FRIDAY, MARCh 10, 1944

        My dearest Kitty,

        t;Misfortunes never e singly" 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, uro    time omacarted bleeding, so Beps beeo    aloed 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 mu for him in my diary.

        tuesday, ednesday and ters room from four-ty to five-fifteen. e ed about oo 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 tain!

        I    time trying to maintain a normal facade alk,     c of all I miss tdoors and ! I tting everytty, but tate of utter fusion: on t looking at ter to me so muc be calm again!

        Day and nig ask myself, "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    door. It    easy, ansions and iing 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 fide in    I t 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 "begin at t; ted, so    ra- -, tion books-no coupons, no fats and oils. Since Miep and Mr. Kleiman are sick again, Bep t maor- ro , butter or margarine. e t 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 suge diseases t o of every ts of pommes de terre ertain ourselves by trying to figure out hey suffer from cer, smallpox and measles.

        ly, being in inking mess were over!

        to tell you trut matter so mue if life    in ot ts just it: tedious existence is starting to make us all disagreeable.    situation (c alloo ig to the rules):

        Mrs. van Daan: "Id stopped ing to be queen of tc sitting around doing not back to cooking. Still, I t s impossible to cook    oil, and all ting smells make me siy stomac do I get iurn 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 es near.”

        Mr. van Daan: "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 bees unbearable, noto be a flaming ro.”

        Mrs. Frank: "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: "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: "I must plete 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: "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;ifs" is t Mr. Kugler ail, Bep is doo stay omorroten over om- asciousness.    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 e for o che us poor forsaken souls, like a zookeeper.

        ternoon, for t time in ages, Jan gave us some neside ly like a print:

        "At Grandmothers Knee.”

        eful audience alk of-e carrots erday overs, today s peas, and tomorroatoes.

        e asked about Mieps doctor.

        "Doctor?" said Jan. " doctor? I called    ary on tion and old I could e pick it up tomor- roicularly bad case of flu, tor o tick out your tongue and say "Aah.”

        O, your ts ied. Ill e out a prescription and you    bring it to ts t. Easy job , diagnosis by p I s blame tors." After all, a persos and too feors.”

        Still, ors ing room looks like tors no lourn 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 tti a moment.

        I noer. antly being oto be so muotake refuge in ttic. h you, I

        be myself, at least for a little     to moan and groan. On trary, I    to be brave!

        tiot feelings, except t every day Im groemptuous of Motion- ate to Fato s ; Im closed up tigo maintain my air of fideno one must kno my    and mind are stantly at o nole, but ioimes 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, sis 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.

        Do me ill love Fat loves bot o make a fe out from uairs, t Im going to do, t let me salt my food, Mot eigeen if it isnt time for me to y nigo approve every book I read. I must admit, t at all strict about t a me read nearly everyt Margot and I are sid tired of o listen to ts and questions all day long.

        t displeases ttle kisses m, noon and nige niames seem so affected, and Fatalking about farting and going to ting. In s, Id like o do    t uand t. Not t Margot and I o t ? t uand 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 es to external matters, wher girls e.

        Even teen, I kno, I knoeenager, I feel Im more of a person tely indepe of otter at debating or carrying on a discussion tive, I dont exaggerate as mucidier aer    I feel (t Im superior to o love someone, I o admire and respect t I feel    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 ed, its not    a little experieo 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    e out of tummies. As s it, "s go in is !" 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 t 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 anoturer to Mot to to ero talk t er. Before di say anyt as ting doo eat, I o practice your soniger?”

        "No," was his reply.

        "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 o an open , and I ter felt told eac I t 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?”

        "One? Dozens of t, do you?”

        "No, Ive never really kissed anyone.”

        "Not even on your birt;

        "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 imagirust, feelings and ourselves. Oty,    as I t he would be.

        talked about t    even reize ourselves from t period.    stand eac first.

        I , and Id quickly cluded t hing special.

        I didnt uand     noo retreat to    my noise and exuberand    I also liked pead quiet but dont    my diary, and t everyoing    I dont al to sit s. e discussed    my parents    hes here.

        and o ionso s, and o hey argue.

        "But youre al; he said.

        "; I asked, greatly surprised.

        "By being cheerful.”

        t    told me t    mind my ing 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.

        Yrateful and happy Anne MONDAY, MARCh 20, 1944

        Dearest Kitty,

        ter asked me if Id e again one evening.    be disturbing    wwo.

        I said I couldnt see s didnt t     I s let t botold o e some Saturday evening and also asked    me know whe moon.

        "Sure," ;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.

        "I ts so a youve bee t," I added.

        "Im used to t," s bitterly.

        I dont dare tell Peter. Maybe later on, but o discuss so many ot.

        Mot nignt carry my indifferend pt 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 o o see !    if I dont do my algebra, I    get any tut 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

        Evidenargots goodness. I received today, March 20, 1944:

        Anne, yesterday    beiirely .

        tuation is t jealous of eiter. Im just sorry I    found anyone    likely to in ture. But ts    you o place your trust in ea so mucake franted.

        On tain Id en 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    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 pletely    tuation, and I dont think I ever will.

        At t, Peter and I dont trust eaco ts just t    to eass also easier to ops. I to feel a kind of sisterly affe for Peter and o    as muco do t someday, ts not trust rust o e 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 yoodness 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 sce 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 affeayor may not develop at some later date, but its certainly not reac stage yet. So to feel sorry for me. No youve found panions as much as you .

        In time, tting more and more y, t true love may be developing in t marryier if ayed    so silly after all. Not t Im t even kno married.

        Im sure er 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." 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 aiful. I t surprised    about me    at all to be, but a dreamer, like    as many troubles!

        Last ed 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 t see any farthe end of my nose.

        But Im certain of oer and I do bee friends, Im going to tell o     me to, Im sure, but I dont care; I dont k Ill ask ime es. Its certainly notrary! Youre o join us in ttic,    us, because o talk only in ts dark.

        Keep your spirits up! Im doing my best, ts not alime may e soohink.

        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. "ell, you dont o be afraid of me," 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 beed me upstairs. "t y trick you played on me," ;I    you and Margot    o find out er knehen have a good laugh!”

        I unned! I did everyto talk    of t eous idea; I could uand    , but it just    true!

        "Oer," I said. "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. . . er, ts not my idea ofa joke.

        It    be fair. I didnt say anyt. ont you believe me?"    I to talk about it again sometime. Ive do    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 versations more quickly in tig your face. Its cozy and snug sitting beside side. t remarks e ,"* [* Annes sed ;Is it proper fentleman to receive young girls in    nigs out?" 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 enjoyiers pany. But    it? I    mind it if s s be t, sitting there like a lump on a log.

        Ive o listen to tless remarks about our sudden friends tell you en tion at meals    an Annex ake any notice of tal cc? s all so silly. s fotten 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 ag sely. Its probably because t like seeing me so ofteer and I certainly ell t alk about. Imagine if timate things.

        Id like to ask Peter    ted as girls. You    easily see    s different. In als, or er o tell you trut easier.

        describing a girls parts? I    tell from ly    all fits togetalking about t;Muttermund," [* 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 t see e e fles, beter

        labia, t, on sed t, looks like a kind of blister. ts toris. togettle mound, no bigger top of my t ,    looks as if it    skin, as    in t. Its rying to get your index finger is all t it plays sut 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, sis true, Ive cter. I oold 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 blued    mistake in dealing    ttedly, t o be feigned). Above all, I    to keep to s 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 sge up    as badly.”

        "No, Mrs. van Daan," I replied. "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. did 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 d 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 t 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

        Ay 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, si is me so little. today, e aire letter to politics.

        Of course, t opinions on topid 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 do only makes tside bring us a lot of er 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 apanied by tless 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 u lies ty-four hours a day!

        So tc eig earlier) and is listeo every il en or even eleven at nig evide t ts e patience, but also t turo mus    to insult anyone). One broadcast, t t, so last tire day. But no, those old ninpoops. . .

        never mind, Ive already said it all! "Music ; t England, Frank P a turn and fInd a ener. If ts areing or sleeping, tered around talking about eating, sleeping and politics. s getting to be a bore, and its all I    do to keep from turning into a dreary old yself! t mig be such a bad idea!

        on Churchill.

        Nine oclock, Sunday evening. teapot, us cozy, is on table, and ts ehe room.

        Dussel sits to t of t of it aer to the side.

        Mot to Mr. van D., ting in t ro table. I realize t a very clear description of our seating arras, 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 o 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 muore on politics, I s of oto report today. First, Motually forbiddeo go up to Peters, since, acc to ers invited Margot to join us upstairs.

        or is just saying it out of politeness, I dont kno I sake any notirs. 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,    I?

        Im in a very difficult position. Mot me and Im against urns a blio 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    mi Petels cer ael, youre one and t uand us; tand t ent just to sit beside eac say a    draogeties? As good t    t makes t muciful. ill a child;

        atoes or ; co look for burglars, s mue to teae 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 - pliment, and just for fun Ill give you a rougion.

        Peter often says, "Smile!" I t it range, so yesterday I asked ;hy

        do you al me to smile?”

        "Because you get dimples in your c?”

        "I s ty I possess.”

        "No, no, ts not true!”

        "Yes it is. I kiful. I never have been and I never will be!”

        "I dont agree. I tty.”

        "I am not.”

        "I say you are, and youll o take my ." So of course I t him.

        Yours, Anne

        M. Frank

        EDNESDAY, MARCh 29, 1944

        Dearest Kitty,

        Mr. Bolkestein, t Minister, speaking on t London, said t after tion ters dealing    imagiing it o publis t Aitle aloive 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. e Sunday, for instarembled 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 lio buy vegetables and all kinds of goods; doctors t visit tients, siolen t turn ts are so on t you

        ask yourself ten into take t-fingered.

        Little d eleven- year-olds, smaseal    dare leave tes, sio e bad find all their belongings gone.

        Every day tices for turn of stolen typeers, Persian rugs, electric clocks, fabrics, etc. tric clocks on street ers are dismantled, public pripped doo t wire.

        Morale among tc be good. Everyones    for tz coffee, a io 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 denoung to prison. Fortunately, only a small pertage of Dutche wrong side.

        Yours, Anne

        FRIDAY, MARCh 31, 1944

        Dearest Kitty,

        Just imagis still fairly cold, a 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 ara unique from Stalin.

        tes in Mosust 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    o o a delicate topic, talking about blood and someion turo menstruatioc. e tougo be able to and t I am too. I wonder why?

        My life teer, mucter. God    forsaken me, and he never will.

        Yours, Anne

        M. Frank
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