The Diary of a Young GirlKnopf Doubleday Publishing Group, 2010年9月15日 - 352 頁 THE DEFINITIVE EDITION • Discovered in the attic in which she spent the last years of her life, the remarkable diary that has become a world classic—a powerful reminder of the horrors of war and an eloquent testament to the human spirit. Updated for the 75th Anniversary of the Diary’s first publication with a new introduction by Nobel Prize–winner Nadia Murad “The single most compelling personal account of the Holocaust ... remains astonishing and excruciating.”—The New York Times Book Review In 1942, with Nazis occupying Holland, a thirteen-year-old Jewish girl and her family fled their home in Amsterdam and went into hiding. For the next two years, until their whereabouts were betrayed to the Gestapo, they and another family lived cloistered in the “Secret Annex” of an old office building. Cut off from the outside world, they faced hunger, boredom, the constant cruelties of living in confined quarters, and the ever-present threat of discovery and death. In her diary Anne Frank recorded vivid impressions of her experiences during this period. By turns thoughtful, moving, and amusing, her account offers a fascinating commentary on human courage and frailty and a compelling self-portrait of a sensitive and spirited young woman whose promise was tragically cut short. |
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1944 Dearest Kitty able afternoon Albert Dussel Anne Dearest Kitty Anne Frank Anne THURSDAY Anne's asked attic bathroom beautiful Bep Voskuijl Bep's birthday burglars Daan Dear Kitty diary door downstairs Dussel Dutch everything Father feel fountain pen FRIDAY friends German girls Goslar guilders happened happy head hear heard Hermann van Pels hiding imagine inside Jews keep Kleiman Kugler last night laugh listen look MARCH 20 Miep Miep Gies MONDAY Moortje morning Mouschi never nice Nicholas Day once Opekta Otto Frank Peter Peter Schiff Peter's room potatoes quiet radio Saturday Secret Annex sitting someone stairs Sunday talk tell there's things thought told trying TUESDAY turned upstairs van D Victor Kugler Voskuijl warehouse WEDNESDAY week what's who's window wonder words write yesterday
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第 62 頁 - It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
第 333 頁 - It's a wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.
第 333 頁 - It's utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos, suffering and death. I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness, I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too, I feel the suffering of millions.
第 162 頁 - I looked into his deep blue eyes, and he sat there with that mysterious laugh playing round his lips. I was able to read his inward thoughts. I could see on his face that look of helplessness and uncertainty as to how to behave, and, at the same time, a trace of his sense of manhood. I noticed his shy manner and it made me feel very gentle; I couldn't refrain from meeting those dark eyes again and again, and with my whole heart I almost beseeched him: oh, tell me, what is going on inside you, oh,...
第 163 頁 - ... Peter's patronage was simply repellent. One can do a lot to satisfy one's longings, which certainly sticks out in my case, for I have made up my mind to go and sit with Peter more often and to get him talking somehow or other. Whatever you do, don't think I'm in love with Peter— not a bit of it! If the Van Daans had had a daughter instead of a son, I should have tried to make friends with her too.
第 145 頁 - ... which we're standing is still safe, but the clouds are moving in on us, and the ring between us and the approaching danger is being pulled tighter and tighter. We're surrounded by darkness and danger, and in our desperate search for a way out we keep bumping into each other. We look at the fighting down below and the peace and beauty up above. In the meantime, we've been cut off by the dark mass of clouds, so that we can go neither up nor down. It looms before us like an impenetrable wall, trying...
第 69 頁 - But it's certainly no joke; it's much too tragic for that. In the evenings when it's dark, I often see rows of good, innocent people accompanied by crying children, walking on and on, in charge of a couple of these chaps, bullied and knocked about until they almost drop. No one is spared— old people, babies, expectant mothers, the sick— each and all join in the march of death.
第 69 頁 - Sometimes they let them off for cash— so much per head. It seems like the slave hunts of olden times. But it's certainly no joke; it's much too tragic for that. In the evenings when it's dark, I often see rows of good, innocent people accompanied by crying children, walking on and on, in charge of a couple of these chaps, bullied and knocked about until they almost drop.
第 145 頁 - The perfecdy round spot on which we stand is still safe, but the clouds are moving in on us, and the ring between us and the approaching danger is being pulled tighter and tighter. We're surrounded by darkness and danger, and in our desperate search for a way out we keep bumping into each other.