NOVEMBER, 1943
WEDNESDAY,NOVEMBER3,1943
DearestKitty,
Totakeourmindsoffmattersaswellastodevelopthem,Fatherorderedacatalogfromacorrespondencesargotporedthroughthethickbrochurethreetimes
withoutfindinganythingtoherlikingandwithinherbudget.Fatherwaseasiertosatisfyanddecidedtowriteandaskforatriallessonin"ElementaryLatin."Nosoonersaidthahelessonarrived,Margotsettoworkenthusiasticallyanddecidedtotakethecourse,despitetheexpesmuchtoohardforme,thoughIdreallyliketolearnLatin.
Togivemeanewprojectaswell,FatheraskedMr.KleimanforachildrensBiblesoIcouldfinallylearhingabouttheament.
"AreyouplanningtogiveAnneaBibleforHanukkah?"Margotasked,someerturbed.
"Yes...Well,maybeSt.NicholasDaywouldbeabetteroccasion,"Fatherreplied.
JesusandHanukkahdolygotogether.
Sihevacuumersbroken,Ihavetotakeanoldbrushteverynight.
Thewindowsclosed,thelightsoovesburning,andthereIambrushingawayattherug."Thatssuretobeaproblem,"Ithoughttomyselfthefirsttime."Therereboundtobeplaints."Iwasright:Motaheadachefromthethickcloudsofdustwhirlingaroundtheroom,Margotsindiarywascakedwithdirt,andrimgrumbledthatthefloordidntlookanydifferentanyway.Smallthanksformypains.
Wevedecidedthatfromnowooveisgoingtobelitatseven-thirtyonSundaymsinsteadoffive-thirty.Ithinkitsrisky.Whatwilltheneighborsthinkofoursmokingey?
Itsthesamewiththecurtains.Eversincewefirstwentintohiding,theyvebeentackedfirmlytothewindows.Sometimesoheladiesentlementresisttheurgetopeekoutside.Theresult:astormofreproaches.Theresponse:"Oh,nobodywillnotice."Thatshoweveryactofcarelessnessbeginsandends.Noonewillnotioonewillhear,noonewillpaytheleastbitofattentioosay,butisittrue?
Atthemoment,thetempestuousquarrelshavesubsided;onlyDusselandthevanDaaillatloggerheads.WhenDusselistalkingaboutMrs.vanD.,heinvariablycallsherthatoldbat"or"thatstupidhag,"andversely,Mrs.vanD.referstooureversentlemanasan"oldmaid"ora"toueurotister,etc.
Thepotcallileblack!
Yours,Anne
MONDAYEVENING,NOVEMBER8,1943
DearestKitty,
Ifyouweretoreadallmylettersiing,youdbestruckbythefactthattheywerewritteninavarietyofmoods.ItannoysmetobesodepeonthemoodshereintheAnnex,butImnottheonlyone:wereallsubje.IfImengrossedinabook,IhavetemythoughtsbeforeImihotherpeople,becauseotherwisetheymightthinkIwasstrange.Asyousee,Imcurrentlyinthemiddleofadepression.Icouldntreallytellyouwhatsetitoff,butIthinkitstemsfrommycowardice,whifroeveryturn.Thisevening,whenBepwasstillhere,thedoorbellranglongandloud.Iinstantlyturnedwhite,mystomached,andmyheartbeatwildly--andallbecauseIwasafraid.
AtnightinbedIseemyselfaloneinadungeon,withoutFatherandMother.OrImroamireets,ortheAnnexisoheyeinthemiddleofthenighttotakeusawayandIcrawlundermybedindesperation.Iseeeverythingasifitwereactuallytakingpladtothinkitmightallhappensoon!
Miepoftensayssheenviesusbecausewehavesuchpeadquiethere.Thatmaybetrue,butshesobviouslynotthinkingaboutourfear.
Isimplytimagiheworldwilleverbenormalagainforus.Idotalkabout"afterthewar,"butitsasifIweretalkingaboutacastleintheair,somethingthatIineveretrue.
IseetheeightofusintheAnnexasifweatchofblueskysurroundedbymenagblackclouds.Theperfectlyroundspotonwhichwerestandingisstillsafe,butthecloudsaremovinginonus,andtheriweenusandtheapproagdangerisbeingpulledtighterandtighter.Weresurroundedbydarknessanddanger,andinourdesperatesearchforawayoutwekeepbumpingintoeachother.Welookatthefightingdownbelowandthepeadbeautyupabove.Inthemeantime,wevebeencutoffbythedarkmassofclouds,sothatwegoherupnordown.Itloomsbeforeuslikearablewall,tryingtocrushus,butableto.Ilycryoutandimplore,",ring,openwideausout!”
Yours,Anne
THURSDAY,NOVEMBER11,1943
DearestKitty,
Ihaveagoodtitleforthischapter:
OdetoMyFountainPenInMemoriamMyfountainpenwasalwaysoneofmymostprizedpossessions;Ivaluedithighly,especiallybecauseithadathiib,andIlywritelywiththiibs.Ithasledalongandiingfountain-penlife,whichIwillsummarizebelow.
WhenIwasnine,myfountainpen(packedincotton)arrivedasa"sampleofnoercialvalue"allthewayfromAa,wheremygrandmother(thekindlydonor)
usedtolive.Ilayihtheflu,whiletheFebruarywindshowledaroundtheapartmenthouse.Thissplendidfountainpencameinaredleathercase,andIshowedittomygirlfriendsthefirste,AnneFrank,theproudownerofafountainpen.
WhenIwasten,Iwasallowedtotakethepentoschool,andtomysurprise,theteacherevemewritewithit.WhenIwaseleven,however,mytreasurehadtobetuckedawayagain,becausemysixth-gradeteacherallowedustouseonlyschoolpensandinkpots.WhenIwastwelve,IstartedattheJewishLyceumandmyfountainpenwasgivenanewcaseinhonoroftheoccasion.Notonlydidithaveroomforapencil,italsohadazipper,whichwasmupressive.WhenIwasthirteen,thefountainpewithmetotheAnnex,andtogetherweveracedthroughtlessdiariesandpositions.Idturnedfourteenandmyfountainpenwasenjoyiyearofitslifewithmewhen...
ItwasjustafterfiveonFridayafternoon.IcameoutofmyroomandwasabouttositdownatthetabletowritewhenIwasroughlypushedtoonesidetomakerootandFather,whowaopracticetheirLatin.Thefountainpenremaineduhetable,whileitshing,wasforakedowithaverytinyerofthetable,whereshebeganrubbingbeans.Thatshowweremovemoldfromthebeansaorethemtotheirinalstate.AtaquartertosixIsweptthefloor,dumpedthedirtintoaneer,alongwiththerottenbeans,andtosseditintothestove.Agiantflameshotup,andIthoughtitwaswonderfulthatthestove,whichhadbeengaspingitslastbreath,hadmadesuchamiraculousrecovery.
Allwasquietagaiinstudentshadleft,andIsatdownatthetabletopick
upwhereIdleftoff.ButnomatterwhereIlooked,myfountainpenwasnowhereinsight.Itookanotherlook.Margotlooked,Motherlooked,Fatherlooked,Dussellooked.
Butithadvanished.
"Maybeitfelliove,alongwiththebeans!"Margotsuggested.
"No,itcouldnthave!"Ireplied.
Butthatevening,whenmyfountaiillhadntturnedup,weallassumedithadbeenburned,especiallybecausecelluloidishighlyinflammable.OurdarkestfearswerefirmedthedaywhenFatherweythestoveanddiscoveredtheclip,usedtofastenittoapocket,amongtheashes.Notatraceofthegoldnibwasleft.
"Itmusthavemeltedintostone,"Fatherjectured.
Imleftwithonesolation,smallthoughitmaybe:myfountainpenwascremated,justasIwouldliketobesomeday!
Yours,Anne
WEDNESDAY,NOVEMBER17,1943
DearestKitty,
Reteventshavethehouserogonitsfoundations.OwingtoanoutbreakofdiphtheriaatBeps,shewontbeallowedtoeintactwithusforsixweeks.
Withouther,thecookingandshoppingwillbeverydifficult,nottomentionhowmuchwellmissherpany.Mr.Kleimanisstillinbedandhaseatennothingbutgruelforthreeweeks.Mr.Kuglerisuptohisnework.
Margotseinlessonstoateacher,whocorredtheurnsthem.
ShesregisteredunderBepsheteachersverynidwittytoo.Ibethesgladtohavesuchasmartstudent.
Dusselisinaturmoilaknowwhy.ItallbeganwithDusselssayingnothingwhenhestairs;hedidntexgesomuchasawordwitheitherMr.
orMrs.vanDaan.Weallnoticedit.Thiswentonforafewdays,ahertooktheopportunitytowarnhimaboutMrs.vanD.,whoakelifemiserableforhim.DusselsaidMr.vanDaanhadstartedthesilementandhehadnoiionofbreakingit.IshouldexplainthatyesterdaywasNovember16,thefirstanniversaryofhislivingintheAnnex.Motherreceivedaplantinhonoroftheoccasion,butMrs.vanDaan,whohadalludedtothedateforweeksandmadeno
bonesaboutthefactthatshethoughtDusselshouldtreatustodinner,receivednothing.Insteadofmakiheopportunitytothankus--forthefirsttime--forunselfishlytakinghimin,hedidntutteraword.Andonthemofthesixteenth,whenIaskedhimwhetherIshouldofferhimmygratulationsormydolences,herepliedthateitheronewoulddo.Mother,havingcastherselfintheroleofpeacemaker,madenoheadwaywhatsoever,auationfinallyendedinadraw.
IsaywithoutexaggerationthatDusselhasdefinitelygotascrewloose.Weoftenlaughtoourselvesbecausehehasnomemory,nofixedopinionsandnoonsense.Hesamusedusmoretharyingtopassonthenewshesjustheard,sihemessageinvariablygetsgarbledintransmission.Furthermore,heanswerseveryreproachoraccusationwithaloadoffine1promises,whievermaokeep.
"DerMannhateinengrosseUnaistsokleinvanTaten!"*[*Awell-knownexpression:
"Thespiritofthemanisgreat,Howpunyarehisdeeds.”
Yours,Anne
SATURDAY,NOVEMBER27,1943
DearestKitty,
Lastnight,justasIwasfallingasleep,Hannelisuddenlyappearedbeforeme.
Isawherthere,dressedinrags,herfacethinandworn.ShelookedatmewithsuchsadnessandreproaherenormouseyesthatIcouldreadthemessageinthem:
"Oh,Anne,whyhaveyoudesertedme?Helpme,helpme,rescuemefromthishell!”
AndIthelpher.Ilystandbyandwatchwhileotherpeoplesufferanddie.
AllIdoispraytoGodtherbacktous.IsawHanneli,andnooneelse,andIuoodwhy.Imisjudgedher,wasntmatureenoughtouandhowdifficultitwasforher.Shewasdevotedtirlfriend,anditmusthaveseemedasthoughIweretryingtotakeheraway.Thepoorthing,shemusthavefeltawful!Iknow,becauseIreizethefeelinginmyself!Ihadanoccasionalflashofuanding,butthengotselfishlyedupagaininmyownproblemsandpleasures.
Itwasmeareatherthatway,andnowshewaslookingatme,ohsohelplessly,withherpalefadbeseegeyes.IfonlyIcouldhelpher!DearGod,IhaveeverythingIcouldwishfor,whilefatehasherinitsdeadlyclutches.ShewasasdevoutasIam,maybeevenmoreso,aoowaodowhatwasright.
ButthenwhyhaveIbeenchosentolive,whileshesprobablygoingtodie?Whatsthediffereweenus?Whyarewenoart?
Tobeho,Ihadntthoughtofherformonths--no,foratleastayear.Ihadntfotteirely,awasntuntilIsawherbeforemethatIthoughtofallhersuffering.
Oh,Hanneli,Ihopethatifyoulivetotheendofthewaraurntous,IllbeabletotakeyouinandmakeupforthewrongIvedoneyou.
ButevenifIwereeverinapositiontohelp,shewouldmorethanshedoesnow.Iwonderifsheeverthinksofme,andwhatshesfeeling?
MercifulGod,forther,sothatatleastshewontbealone.Oh,ifonlyYoucouldtellherImthinkingofherwithpassionandlove,itmighthelphergoon.
Ivegottostopdwellingonthis.Itwomeanywhere.Ikeepseeingherenormouseyes,andtheyhauntme.DoesHannelireallyandtrulybelieveinGod,orhasreligionmerelybeenfoisteduponher?Idontevenknowthat.Iookthetroubletoask.
Hanneli,Hanneli,ifonlyIcouldtakeyouaway,ifonlyIcouldshareeverythingIhavewithyou.Itstoolate.Ithelp,orundothewrongIvedoIllneverfetheragainandIllalrayforher!
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DearestKitty,
Totakeourmindsoffmattersaswellastodevelopthem,Fatherorderedacatalogfromacorrespondencesargotporedthroughthethickbrochurethreetimes
withoutfindinganythingtoherlikingandwithinherbudget.Fatherwaseasiertosatisfyanddecidedtowriteandaskforatriallessonin"ElementaryLatin."Nosoonersaidthahelessonarrived,Margotsettoworkenthusiasticallyanddecidedtotakethecourse,despitetheexpesmuchtoohardforme,thoughIdreallyliketolearnLatin.
Togivemeanewprojectaswell,FatheraskedMr.KleimanforachildrensBiblesoIcouldfinallylearhingabouttheament.
"AreyouplanningtogiveAnneaBibleforHanukkah?"Margotasked,someerturbed.
"Yes...Well,maybeSt.NicholasDaywouldbeabetteroccasion,"Fatherreplied.
JesusandHanukkahdolygotogether.
Sihevacuumersbroken,Ihavetotakeanoldbrushteverynight.
Thewindowsclosed,thelightsoovesburning,andthereIambrushingawayattherug."Thatssuretobeaproblem,"Ithoughttomyselfthefirsttime."Therereboundtobeplaints."Iwasright:Motaheadachefromthethickcloudsofdustwhirlingaroundtheroom,Margotsindiarywascakedwithdirt,andrimgrumbledthatthefloordidntlookanydifferentanyway.Smallthanksformypains.
Wevedecidedthatfromnowooveisgoingtobelitatseven-thirtyonSundaymsinsteadoffive-thirty.Ithinkitsrisky.Whatwilltheneighborsthinkofoursmokingey?
Itsthesamewiththecurtains.Eversincewefirstwentintohiding,theyvebeentackedfirmlytothewindows.Sometimesoheladiesentlementresisttheurgetopeekoutside.Theresult:astormofreproaches.Theresponse:"Oh,nobodywillnotice."Thatshoweveryactofcarelessnessbeginsandends.Noonewillnotioonewillhear,noonewillpaytheleastbitofattentioosay,butisittrue?
Atthemoment,thetempestuousquarrelshavesubsided;onlyDusselandthevanDaaillatloggerheads.WhenDusselistalkingaboutMrs.vanD.,heinvariablycallsherthatoldbat"or"thatstupidhag,"andversely,Mrs.vanD.referstooureversentlemanasan"oldmaid"ora"toueurotister,etc.
Thepotcallileblack!
Yours,Anne
MONDAYEVENING,NOVEMBER8,1943
DearestKitty,
Ifyouweretoreadallmylettersiing,youdbestruckbythefactthattheywerewritteninavarietyofmoods.ItannoysmetobesodepeonthemoodshereintheAnnex,butImnottheonlyone:wereallsubje.IfImengrossedinabook,IhavetemythoughtsbeforeImihotherpeople,becauseotherwisetheymightthinkIwasstrange.Asyousee,Imcurrentlyinthemiddleofadepression.Icouldntreallytellyouwhatsetitoff,butIthinkitstemsfrommycowardice,whifroeveryturn.Thisevening,whenBepwasstillhere,thedoorbellranglongandloud.Iinstantlyturnedwhite,mystomached,andmyheartbeatwildly--andallbecauseIwasafraid.
AtnightinbedIseemyselfaloneinadungeon,withoutFatherandMother.OrImroamireets,ortheAnnexisoheyeinthemiddleofthenighttotakeusawayandIcrawlundermybedindesperation.Iseeeverythingasifitwereactuallytakingpladtothinkitmightallhappensoon!
Miepoftensayssheenviesusbecausewehavesuchpeadquiethere.Thatmaybetrue,butshesobviouslynotthinkingaboutourfear.
Isimplytimagiheworldwilleverbenormalagainforus.Idotalkabout"afterthewar,"butitsasifIweretalkingaboutacastleintheair,somethingthatIineveretrue.
IseetheeightofusintheAnnexasifweatchofblueskysurroundedbymenagblackclouds.Theperfectlyroundspotonwhichwerestandingisstillsafe,butthecloudsaremovinginonus,andtheriweenusandtheapproagdangerisbeingpulledtighterandtighter.Weresurroundedbydarknessanddanger,andinourdesperatesearchforawayoutwekeepbumpingintoeachother.Welookatthefightingdownbelowandthepeadbeautyupabove.Inthemeantime,wevebeencutoffbythedarkmassofclouds,sothatwegoherupnordown.Itloomsbeforeuslikearablewall,tryingtocrushus,butableto.Ilycryoutandimplore,",ring,openwideausout!”
Yours,Anne
THURSDAY,NOVEMBER11,1943
DearestKitty,
Ihaveagoodtitleforthischapter:
OdetoMyFountainPenInMemoriamMyfountainpenwasalwaysoneofmymostprizedpossessions;Ivaluedithighly,especiallybecauseithadathiib,andIlywritelywiththiibs.Ithasledalongandiingfountain-penlife,whichIwillsummarizebelow.
WhenIwasnine,myfountainpen(packedincotton)arrivedasa"sampleofnoercialvalue"allthewayfromAa,wheremygrandmother(thekindlydonor)
usedtolive.Ilayihtheflu,whiletheFebruarywindshowledaroundtheapartmenthouse.Thissplendidfountainpencameinaredleathercase,andIshowedittomygirlfriendsthefirste,AnneFrank,theproudownerofafountainpen.
WhenIwasten,Iwasallowedtotakethepentoschool,andtomysurprise,theteacherevemewritewithit.WhenIwaseleven,however,mytreasurehadtobetuckedawayagain,becausemysixth-gradeteacherallowedustouseonlyschoolpensandinkpots.WhenIwastwelve,IstartedattheJewishLyceumandmyfountainpenwasgivenanewcaseinhonoroftheoccasion.Notonlydidithaveroomforapencil,italsohadazipper,whichwasmupressive.WhenIwasthirteen,thefountainpewithmetotheAnnex,andtogetherweveracedthroughtlessdiariesandpositions.Idturnedfourteenandmyfountainpenwasenjoyiyearofitslifewithmewhen...
ItwasjustafterfiveonFridayafternoon.IcameoutofmyroomandwasabouttositdownatthetabletowritewhenIwasroughlypushedtoonesidetomakerootandFather,whowaopracticetheirLatin.Thefountainpenremaineduhetable,whileitshing,wasforakedowithaverytinyerofthetable,whereshebeganrubbingbeans.Thatshowweremovemoldfromthebeansaorethemtotheirinalstate.AtaquartertosixIsweptthefloor,dumpedthedirtintoaneer,alongwiththerottenbeans,andtosseditintothestove.Agiantflameshotup,andIthoughtitwaswonderfulthatthestove,whichhadbeengaspingitslastbreath,hadmadesuchamiraculousrecovery.
Allwasquietagaiinstudentshadleft,andIsatdownatthetabletopick
upwhereIdleftoff.ButnomatterwhereIlooked,myfountainpenwasnowhereinsight.Itookanotherlook.Margotlooked,Motherlooked,Fatherlooked,Dussellooked.
Butithadvanished.
"Maybeitfelliove,alongwiththebeans!"Margotsuggested.
"No,itcouldnthave!"Ireplied.
Butthatevening,whenmyfountaiillhadntturnedup,weallassumedithadbeenburned,especiallybecausecelluloidishighlyinflammable.OurdarkestfearswerefirmedthedaywhenFatherweythestoveanddiscoveredtheclip,usedtofastenittoapocket,amongtheashes.Notatraceofthegoldnibwasleft.
"Itmusthavemeltedintostone,"Fatherjectured.
Imleftwithonesolation,smallthoughitmaybe:myfountainpenwascremated,justasIwouldliketobesomeday!
Yours,Anne
WEDNESDAY,NOVEMBER17,1943
DearestKitty,
Reteventshavethehouserogonitsfoundations.OwingtoanoutbreakofdiphtheriaatBeps,shewontbeallowedtoeintactwithusforsixweeks.
Withouther,thecookingandshoppingwillbeverydifficult,nottomentionhowmuchwellmissherpany.Mr.Kleimanisstillinbedandhaseatennothingbutgruelforthreeweeks.Mr.Kuglerisuptohisnework.
Margotseinlessonstoateacher,whocorredtheurnsthem.
ShesregisteredunderBepsheteachersverynidwittytoo.Ibethesgladtohavesuchasmartstudent.
Dusselisinaturmoilaknowwhy.ItallbeganwithDusselssayingnothingwhenhestairs;hedidntexgesomuchasawordwitheitherMr.
orMrs.vanDaan.Weallnoticedit.Thiswentonforafewdays,ahertooktheopportunitytowarnhimaboutMrs.vanD.,whoakelifemiserableforhim.DusselsaidMr.vanDaanhadstartedthesilementandhehadnoiionofbreakingit.IshouldexplainthatyesterdaywasNovember16,thefirstanniversaryofhislivingintheAnnex.Motherreceivedaplantinhonoroftheoccasion,butMrs.vanDaan,whohadalludedtothedateforweeksandmadeno
bonesaboutthefactthatshethoughtDusselshouldtreatustodinner,receivednothing.Insteadofmakiheopportunitytothankus--forthefirsttime--forunselfishlytakinghimin,hedidntutteraword.Andonthemofthesixteenth,whenIaskedhimwhetherIshouldofferhimmygratulationsormydolences,herepliedthateitheronewoulddo.Mother,havingcastherselfintheroleofpeacemaker,madenoheadwaywhatsoever,auationfinallyendedinadraw.
IsaywithoutexaggerationthatDusselhasdefinitelygotascrewloose.Weoftenlaughtoourselvesbecausehehasnomemory,nofixedopinionsandnoonsense.Hesamusedusmoretharyingtopassonthenewshesjustheard,sihemessageinvariablygetsgarbledintransmission.Furthermore,heanswerseveryreproachoraccusationwithaloadoffine1promises,whievermaokeep.
"DerMannhateinengrosseUnaistsokleinvanTaten!"*[*Awell-knownexpression:
"Thespiritofthemanisgreat,Howpunyarehisdeeds.”
Yours,Anne
SATURDAY,NOVEMBER27,1943
DearestKitty,
Lastnight,justasIwasfallingasleep,Hannelisuddenlyappearedbeforeme.
Isawherthere,dressedinrags,herfacethinandworn.ShelookedatmewithsuchsadnessandreproaherenormouseyesthatIcouldreadthemessageinthem:
"Oh,Anne,whyhaveyoudesertedme?Helpme,helpme,rescuemefromthishell!”
AndIthelpher.Ilystandbyandwatchwhileotherpeoplesufferanddie.
AllIdoispraytoGodtherbacktous.IsawHanneli,andnooneelse,andIuoodwhy.Imisjudgedher,wasntmatureenoughtouandhowdifficultitwasforher.Shewasdevotedtirlfriend,anditmusthaveseemedasthoughIweretryingtotakeheraway.Thepoorthing,shemusthavefeltawful!Iknow,becauseIreizethefeelinginmyself!Ihadanoccasionalflashofuanding,butthengotselfishlyedupagaininmyownproblemsandpleasures.
Itwasmeareatherthatway,andnowshewaslookingatme,ohsohelplessly,withherpalefadbeseegeyes.IfonlyIcouldhelpher!DearGod,IhaveeverythingIcouldwishfor,whilefatehasherinitsdeadlyclutches.ShewasasdevoutasIam,maybeevenmoreso,aoowaodowhatwasright.
ButthenwhyhaveIbeenchosentolive,whileshesprobablygoingtodie?Whatsthediffereweenus?Whyarewenoart?
Tobeho,Ihadntthoughtofherformonths--no,foratleastayear.Ihadntfotteirely,awasntuntilIsawherbeforemethatIthoughtofallhersuffering.
Oh,Hanneli,Ihopethatifyoulivetotheendofthewaraurntous,IllbeabletotakeyouinandmakeupforthewrongIvedoneyou.
ButevenifIwereeverinapositiontohelp,shewouldmorethanshedoesnow.Iwonderifsheeverthinksofme,andwhatshesfeeling?
MercifulGod,forther,sothatatleastshewontbealone.Oh,ifonlyYoucouldtellherImthinkingofherwithpassionandlove,itmighthelphergoon.
Ivegottostopdwellingonthis.Itwomeanywhere.Ikeepseeingherenormouseyes,andtheyhauntme.DoesHannelireallyandtrulybelieveinGod,orhasreligionmerelybeenfoisteduponher?Idontevenknowthat.Iookthetroubletoask.
Hanneli,Hanneli,ifonlyIcouldtakeyouaway,ifonlyIcouldshareeverythingIhavewithyou.Itstoolate.Ithelp,orundothewrongIvedoIllneverfetheragainandIllalrayforher!
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