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Happy birthday, dear Anna.

Happy birthday to you.

Make a wish.

It's my 14th birthday today and I've

been thoroughly spoiled. I've had a book

on mythology,

a pot of yogurt, a brooch made out of a

penny.

The youngest amongst us, but more.

Your life can be trying, for we have the

chore of becoming your teachers. A

terrible.

You read and you study all the day,

determined to keep the border on the

way. The more difficult question, much

harder to bear, is what on earth do I

have to wear?

I've got no more knickers. My clothes

are too tight. My vest is a loin cloth.

I'm really a sight to put on my shoes. I

must cut off my toes. Oh dear, I'm

plagued with so many woes.

Thank you, father. And man, what goes 99

thump?

I don't know what.

A centipede with a wooden leg.

Happy birthday. Sorry I haven't got any

wrapping paper.

They're my nieces. She's outgrowing

them.

Thank you, mate.

Oh, look at her. Sweet 14 and never been

kissed.

He's 16. Stupid.

Well, it wasn't for me.

Oh,

I feel like I'm on stilts.

Oh,

but I'll practice and practice until I

get used to them.

What's happening to me is so wonderful.

And I don't just mean the changes on the

outside of my body, but the inside, too.

I know.

Whenever I have my period,

I've had it three times now.

I feel that despite all the pain and

mess, I'm carrying around a sweet

secret.

Sometimes

at night, I have a terrible urge to

touch my body.

I can't tell anyone.

Not even Margo.

Sorry.

It's all yours.

Parents are so peculiar about sex,

aren't they? And Margo won't tell me

anything.

He's back.

Good. It was Jacqueline who told me that

babies don't come out of their mother's

tummies.

Anna, darling,

she said where the ingredients go in,

that's where the finished product comes

out.

Once I tried to feel her breasts, but

she wouldn't let me.

Anna, look how you've grown. That's 3 in

in this last year.

We can't wear these skirts, mother.

It was very kind of Be.

They're hideous. They're not that bad.

Potatoes, sir. She used up all her

clothing coupons.

Everything's wearing out.

Mother's corset snapped. Things get

broken and we can't replace them.

And the van Dan's money is running out.

Give that back.

You're not selling it.

Give that back

over my dead body.

Why can't the firm pay for us? It pays

for the franks.

It's this business, you stupid cow. Give

me that coat.

What about his bicycle?

No, mother.

What use is it to you here?

I need it.

Oh, yes. Where exactly are you planning

to go?

When the war is over, then

it's never going to be over. We're going

to be shot like rats by the Nazis. We're

going to be blown to bits while we're

locked up here like leopards.

Shut up.

Why didn't you get us out of here before

it was too late? We We could have gone

to America.

Shut up.

What are you grinning at? I'm not

staring at us, sniggering at us. I'm

not.

Why can't you stay in your own bloody

room?

She's just a fat red-faced fish wife.

Added to that, she's exceedingly pushy,

egotistical, cunning, calculating,

manipulative, grasping, vain, and

cocketish.

Oh, if only I could dump her in a bucket

of water and put her in the cold shed.

Aren't parents awful?

Don't you mind it when they're horrible

to you?

They probably deserve it.

No, you don't. You should stand up to

them.

They've always been like this.

You're too nice. That's your problem.

I hadn't realized that until recently.

I'm sorry I teased you.

It's all right.

When I called you a dimwit, you're not.

You just take your time. Think that

underneath it you're a really deep

thinker.

Trouble is, I babble away and then I

could hit myself afterwards.

Nobody really understands me, but then I

don't really understand myself.

Feel so lonely sometimes.

You

haven't you noticed?

most of these potatoes.

My parents are just as bad. Treat me

like a baby.

Even father does. And I love him to

bits. And he's always siding with Margo.

Everybody loves Margo.

Well, of course I do, too. She's so

beautiful, isn't she?

Don't you think?

I hadn't really thought about it.

Is that true?

Next time you go to get the potatoes,

can I come too?

Down to the warehouse.

Won't you be scared?

Not with you.

I need a bra now. I don't think so. Can

I have one of yours? I've only got two,

but you said they got too small. How

about I haven't got anything else,

please? Okay. Really?

You like Peter, don't you?

Of course.

How much do you like him?

More than you do, that's for sure.

or she wouldn't snuff a turn.

I know it's not very bright.

It does have feelings.

You all right?

For months now, I haven't been allowed

down here.

Father says it's got too dangerous.

It feels so strange to be this close to

the outside world.

You're so brave coming down here. It's

my job

and I have to bolt the doors each night

and unbolt them again every morning.

Sometimes when it's quiet, I can hear

the warehouse men laughing.

They used to be my friends.

Why?

Used to give me sweets.

Mushi.

He always follows me down.

He loves you. That's why

Peter and I have been coming to the

attic more and more lately.

I think I'm falling in love with him,

but I don't know if he feels the same

way about me.

He's so shy.

I think they're playing just for us,

don't you?

Sometimes I feel like a bird whose wings

have been ripped off. I want to dance

and whistle. I want to look at the world

and feel young and free and not worry

whether or not I'm Jewish. I just want

to have some fun. But everyone's always

getting at me. If I talk, I'm showing

off. If I don't talk, I'm rude. And if

I'm tired, I'm lazy.

Grown-ups are always like that.

We're going to be different, aren't we?

I want to move to the East Indies, live

on a rubber plantation.

I'm going to be a dancer or a famous

movie star. I can't decide which.

It's all right.

I've got a shephering.

Have you two got my cushion?

I'm sorry, Mr. Dustle. It was the only

one we could find.

It'll be covered in fleas.

The cat didn't sit on it.

Can I have nothing to myself in this

place?

A fuss pot.

Let's give him a real surprise.

What?

Come on,

get something.

No, silly. You'll see. Quick.

What are you two laughing about?

An

I'm doing my best not to chase after him

all the time and to talk to him as

little as possible, but it's not easy.

What was that? Sh.

Oh no. Oh no. Booty.

What's happened? The front door was

still bolted this morning. I had to

break a window to get in.

You stupid idiot.

Now the air raid warden will think

there's been a burglary and call the

police.

The police? Sh.

You're getting very careless nowadays.

One little job and you can't even bloody

do that.

Poor Peter. It gets worse and worse.

Mushi's disappeared.

No one's seen him since yesterday.

It's not your fault.

I'm useless. I'm stupid. I'm not good at

anything.

That's not true.

You're quite good at geography.

And now I've lost my cat.

You've got me.

Have you ever kissed anybody?

No.

No one.

Oh, only mother.

I mean a girl.

It's so crazy.

I'm half mad with desire for him. And

yet

I don't know.

Is he the right one?

I don't know.

Off to the attic again.

Oh, I'm just lovely Pete the Foresight

Saga.

Getting a lot of reading done up there,

are you?

Have you noticed them?

This is the BBC home and forces program.

Here is the news. Some of the best news

of the war so far. John Snag will read

it to you.

The Italian armed forces have

surrendered unconditionally and an

armistice has been granted.

Where's Anna and Peter? They should be

hearing this.

This news has been given by General

Eisenhower in a broadcast from El

5 this afternoon. Here is the second of

his

so I'm not Miss Quack Quack anymore.

I'm sorry I teased you.

You thought I was a little pest, didn't

you?

I used to be the class clown, but I'm a

different Anne now.

I like it when you smile.

Why?

Because you've got dimples on your

cheeks.

I was born with them.

It's the only mark of beauty I possess.

Well, that's not true.

I know I'm not beautiful.

I never have been and I never shall be.

I think you're very pretty.

You're my elder dorado.

That's a place silly. You can't call a

person that

only joking.

Good night, my dear.

Night, mama.

Please be careful, my love.

About what?

Peter's a very sensitive child.

But I'm not.

I just mean he's rather young for his

age. In many ways, rather younger than

you. And he hasn't had your advantages.

You know,

you know, you can be rather demanding.

Demanding?

Well, enthusiastic.

I mean, you pick things up and then you

suddenly get bored of them.

Is that all you can say, mother? Can't

you be happy for me?

Of course I am. I just

don't want him to be hurt.

You can be rather hurtful, you know.

Seems like you care more about his

feelings than you do about mine.

That's not true.

I want you to be happy more than

anything in the world.

Doesn't sound like it.

I just don't want you to grow up too

fast.

Girls do nowadays. Haven't you noticed?

We're not going to be the same as you.

We're going to live our own lives and

travel and have careers.

And we're going to make a better job of

it than you grown-ups did.

Do you want to come into our room? I'm

all right. Really?

Night night.

Mara,

tell me honestly, do you mind?

Of course not.

I mean, you're near his age.

I've never thought of him like that.

I just wish you'd told me.

We used to tell each other everything.

You could always come and join us up in

the attic.

What?

You'd be very welcome.

Don't be silly.

Night time.

I wish I could get away from her

parents.

Do you think they've got bases on the

coast? Of

course, some of them must.

I suppose sometimes they must put petrol

in and think it's full.

It's getting cold up here. mind it's

empty and then I'm

so boring.

We've been shut up together so long that

everyone knows what everyone else is

going to say.

The punch line of every joke, the end of

every story.

We're driving each other crazy.

That is the stupidest comment I've ever

heard.

Why aren't the British carrying out any

bombing raids today?

Because the weather's bad.

Yes, but it was nice yesterday and they

weren't flying then either.

Oh, shut up.

Can't a person talk?

Not in your case.

Mr. Frank always answers his wife. She

doesn't talk such rubbish.

I'm only trying to make conversation.

And when she does talk, it's usually

something pleasant or useful.

Me.

Every day our helpers arrive with the

wind on their clothes and the fresh air

on their cheeks, bringing us our

freedom.

Can't stand. We're all waiting for you.

On Saturday, meat's laden like a packed

meal with our library books.

Food comes in cycles. Just now it's

cabbage. Cabbage with sand. Cabbage

without sand. Cabbage with mashed

potatoes. Cabbage and mashed potato

casserole.

But I don't mind.

All I think about is when I can be alone

again with Peter.

I know.

And at least TM, you're getting very

behind in your studies.

Don't want to find yourself in the lower

class when you get back to school, do

you?

No.

What is our motto?

work and hope.

Your mother and I

are getting a little concerned about

you.

She doesn't understand.

Why can't you be nicer to her? You make

her very unhappy, you know.

Do you

love this boy?

Do you think it's wrong?

No.

No. But when you're living so close

together as we do, you have to be

careful.

Outside things are quite different. You

can see other girls and boys and you can

take part in sports and other

activities, but here we're together

every moment of the day. If you want to

get away from someone, you can't. Things

can get rather

out of hand.

Time for your French.

I've been thinking a lot about marriage

lately.

Take my parents. Their relationship is

supposed to be ideal.

No cross words, perfect agreement.

But father's not in love with mother the

way she's in love with him.

He kisses her the way he kisses us.

I'm not going to have a marriage like

that.

Dear Pim, if only you knew how unhappy

and lonely I've been this last year and

a half with everybody criticizing me for

everything I do.

Somebody's tried to assassinate Hitler.

Come listen to the wireless

in a moment.

Nobody, not even you, understands how

I'm growing up.

I need to be free. And now, after a long

struggle, the battle's over. I don't

need you or my mother anymore.

I don't want to live by your example.

I'm an independent person, and I'll

behave the way I want to. Nothing will

keep me from going up to the attic.

You'll either have to forbid it or trust

me. I'm not your little girl anymore, so

please leave me alone.

Dinner's ready.

What's the matter, dear?

No, I'm just uh

just reading about Pip's death. And

what again?

I've received many letters in my

lifetime.

But none as hurtful as this. You've had

so much love from us.

We've been always on your side, however

impossible you've been.

All this time, I've encouraged you to be

a writer

so that

you can write me this.

I can't help it. I have to write what I

feel.

And the diary of Anne Frank continues

tomorrow at 7. Next tonight, off on

another railway walk with Julia

Bradbury.