The Diary of Anne Frank Page #3

Mouschi.

Annele! Annie!

- Annele!

- Peter, I'm warning you.

Please, quiet.

Margot. Margot!

- What are these?

- You don't have to whisper now.

- There you are.

- He's such a nice cat.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Annele.

There's a box there.

Will you open it, please?

Know how I'm going

to think of it here?

As a boarding house, a very

peculiar boarding house.

Father, my film stars!

I was wondering

where they were.

And Queen Wilhelmina.

How wonderful.

There's something more.

Go on, look further.

A diary.

I've never had a diary.

And I've always

wanted one.

A pencil? I'm going

downstairs to get a pencil.

- Anne, no!

- There's nobody down there.

Doesn't matter. Don't

go beyond that door.

- Never?

- Never. I'm sorry, Anne, it isn't safe.

- I see. Lt'll be

hard, I know that.

But always remember there

are no walls, no locks...

...no bolts that anyone

can put on your mind.

As a matter of fact,

just between us, Annele...

...being here has certain

advantages. For instance...

...remember that battle with

your mother about overshoes?

You said you'd rather die

than wear overshoes. Remember?

What happened? In the

end, you had to wear them.

Now, for as long as we are here,

you won't have to wear overshoes.

Isn't that good?

And the piano.

You won't have to

practice it. I tell you...

...this is going to

be a fine life for you.

It's an odd idea for someone

like me to keep a diary.

Not only because I have

never done so before...

... but because it seems to me, neither

I, nor for that matter anyone else...

... will be interested in the

unbosomings of a 13-year-old schoolgirl.

Still, what

does that matter?

I want to write,

but more than that...

... I want to bring out

all kinds of things...

... that lie buried

deep in my heart.

First of all, I expect

I should be describing...

... what it's like

to go into hiding.

But I don 't really

know yet myself.

I only know it's funny never

to be able to go outdoors.

Never to breathe

fresh air.

Never to run and

shout and jump.

Wednesday, the 23rd

of September, 1942.

The news of

the war is good.

Stalingrad is

still holding out.

The Russian offensive

continues in the Moscow area.

- It's safe now. The last workman has left.

- Whee!

- Anne!

- I'm first for the W.C.

- Six o'clock, Margot. School is over.

- Where are my shoes?

- Have you seen my shoes?

- What shoes?

- You're gonna be sorry.

- I am?

- Annie, dear.

- Wait till I get you.

I'm waiting.

Stop! Peter!

- Annie! Peter!

Peter, where are you going?

- Gonna give Mouschi his dinner.

Peter! Annie, dear...

...you shouldn't play like that

with Pete. That's not dignified.

Who wants to be dignified?

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