The Diary of Anne Frank Page #5

You hurt her very much

just now. She's crying.

She is in there crying.

Oh, Father, I was

horrible, wasn't I?

What's the matter

with me? Tell me.

Don't say it's just

a phase. Help me.

There is so little that we parents

can do to help our children, Annie.

We can only try to set a

good example, point the way.

The rest you

must do yourself.

I'm trying. Really, I am.

Every night, I think back over all the

things I did that day that were wrong.

Like putting the wet mop

in Mrs. Van Daan's bed.

And now this with Mother.

I say to myself,

"That was wrong."

And I make up my mind never

to do that again. Never.

I may do something worse,

but I'll never do that again.

I have a nicer

side, Father...

...but I'm

scared to show it.

I'm afraid people

will laugh at me.

So the mean Anne

comes to the outside...

...and the good Anne

stays in the inside.

And I keep on trying

to switch them around...

...have the good

Anne outside...

...and the bad

Anne inside.

It would be what

I'd like to be.

And might be.

If only...

She's asleep.

Thursday, the 29th

of October, 1942.

Mr. Dussel and I had a

great battle yesterday.

Yes, Mr. Dussel.

According to him, nothing, I

repeat, nothing, is right about me.

While he was going

on at me, I thought:

"Someday, I'm going to

give you such a smack...

... that you'll fly

right up to the ceiling. "

Why is it that every grownup thinks

he knows the way to bring up children?

Particularly the grownups

that haven 't any.

Monday, the 9th

of November, 1942.

Wonderful news! The Allies

have landed in Africa!

That measure of...

Churchill spoke on

the BBC from London.

... which they have so

often meted out to others.

Ah, this is not the end.

It is not even the

beginning of the end.

No, but it is, perhaps,

the end of the beginning.

The air raids

are getting worse.

The British planes come over, day

and night, on their way to Germany.

It's too much.

It's just too much.

Suppose they

hit this house?

What will we do? We can't

go out in the street.

What will we do?

If they hit this house,

your worries will be over.

That big explosion, an English

plane fell right in this block!

Peter.

Peter!

It's far away from

here. Please don't.

Just look at them.

Mrs. Van Daan, this should

be music to your ears.

Music? Of course.

The more planes they send, the

sooner the war will be over.

- The sooner we'll be home again.

- I don't believe it'll ever be over.

Do you know what I'd like

right now? A cup of tea.

Oh, yes, please.

You can't have tea,

then, for breakfast.

If you have it now, you

won't have any tomorrow.

- I don't care.

- Neither do I.

Me too, please.

How about you, Mr. Dussel?

Tea now or tomorrow morning?

- Tomorrow morning.

- Sure?

Sure.

I'll take mine now.

The skylight!

Edith, come!

Oh, Peter!

Peter! Peter!

Peter!

Peter!

"Praised be thou, Lord,

ruler of the universe...

...who's sanctified us

with thy commandments...

...and bidden us kindle

the Hannukah lights.

Praised be thou, O, Lord, our

God, ruler of the universe...

...who wrought wondrous deliverances

for our fathers in days of old.

Praised be thou, O, Lord, our

God, ruler of the universe...

...that thou hast given

us life and sustenance...

...and brought us to

this happy season." Amen.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Monday, the 7th

of December, 1942.

The Hannukah holiday

came early this year.

"We kindle this

Hannukah light...

...to celebrate the wonderful

deeds wrought through the zeal...

...with which God filled the hearts

of the heroic Maccabees 2000 years ago.

They fought against

indifference...

...against tyranny and oppression,

and they restored our temple to us.

May these lights remind us that

we should ever look to God...

...whence cometh

our help." Amen.

- Amen.

- Amen.

"I lift up mine eyes unto the

mountains from whence cometh my help.

My help cometh from the Lord,

who made heaven and earth.

He will not suffer

thy foot to be moved.

He that keepeth thee

will not slumber.

He that keepeth Israel doth

neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord is thy keeper.

The Lord is thy shade

upon thy right hand.

The Lord shall keep thee from

all evil. He shall keep thy soul.

The Lord shall guard thy

going out and thy coming in...

...from this time forth

and forevermore." Amen.

- Amen.

- Amen.

May I have the hats,

please? Thank you.

Very nice, very nice.

- That was very moving.

- It isn't over yet.

- Sit down! Where

are you going?

There's lots more.

Songs and presents.

- Presents? Not this

year, unfortunately.

But always on Hannukah, everyone

gives presents. Everyone.

- That's right.

- Like our St. Nicholas Day.

St. Nicholas Day.

No, not like

St. Nicholas Day.

What kind of Jew

doesn't know Hannukah?

I remember particularly

the candles.

First one, as we have

tonight. The second night, two.

The next night, three, and so on,

until eight candles are burning.

When there are eight

candles, it's truly beautiful.

What I remember best are the presents

we used to get, eight days of presents.

Each day, they got

better and better.

We are all here, alive.

That's present enough.

No, it isn't.

I've got something.

What is it?

- Presents.

- Real presents?

- She made it herself.

- Look!

- Isn't it festive? Isn't it gay?

- Oh, it's beautiful.

For Margot.

Read it out loud.

You have never

lost your temper

You never will I fear

You are so good

But if you should

Put all your

cross words here

Let's see what it is.

It's a new

crossword-puzzle book.

It's one you've done, but I rubbed

it out. If you wait and forget...

...you can do it

all over again!

- It's wonderful.

- Clever.

Thank you.

For Mrs. Van Daan.

Oh, I feel terrible. I don't

have a thing for anybody.

It's hair shampoo.

I took all the bits of soap and mixed

them with the last of my toilet water.

- Oh, thank you, Anneke!

- She's got your number.

I wanted to write a poem for all

of them, but I didn't have time.

Yours, Mr. Van Daan,

is really something.

Something you want

more than anything.

Cigarettes!

Look at that!

- Cigarettes!

- Two of them.

Father found some pipe tobacco in the

pocket of his coat, and we made them.

Rather, Father did.

Look at that.

Light it! Go on, light it!

It's tobacco.

Really, it is.

There's a little fluff

in it, but not much.

Ah, yes.

It works!

- Look at him!

Thank you,

Annie. Thank you.

Mr. Van Daan!

For Mother. A

Hannukah greeting.

Here's an IOU that I promise

to pay Ten hours of doing

Whatever you say

Signed, Anne Frank.

Ten hours of doing what you're

told? Anything you're told?

That's right.

You wouldn't want to sell

that, Mrs. Frank, would you?

Never. This is the most

precious gift I've ever had.

For Father.

Annele, I wasn't supposed

to have a present.

- Look at that.

- It's a muffler.

Oh, I know.

To wear around your neck

like an ascot, you know.

I knitted it in the dark each night.

I'm afraid it looks better in the dark.

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