； if mother adds her advice； the pile of sermons bees so thick that i despair of ever getting through them。 then i talk back and start contradicting everyone until the old famthar anne refrain inevitably crops up again：
〃no one understands me！鈥�
this phrase is part of me； and as unlikely as it may seem； theres a kernel of truth in it。 sometimes im so deeply buried under self…reproaches that i long for a word of fort to help me dig myself out again。 if only i had someone who took my feelings seriously。 alas； i havent yet found that person； so the search must go on。
i know youre wondering about peter； arent you； kit？ its true； peter loves me； not as a girlfriend； but as a friend。 his affection grows day by day； but some mysterious force is holding us back； and i dont know what it is。
sometimes i think my terrible longing for him was overexaggerated。 but thats not true； because if im unable to go to his room for a day or two； i long for him as desperately as i ever did。 peter is kind and good； and yet i cant deny that hes disappointed me in many ways。 i especially dont care for his dislike of religion； his table conversations and various things of that nature。 still； im firmly convinced that well stick to our agreement never to quarrel。 peter is peace…loving； tolerant and extremely easygoing。 he lets me say a lot of things to him that hed never accept from his mother。 hes making a determined effort to remove the blots from his copybook and keep his affairs in order。 yet why does he hide his innermost self and never allow me access？ of course； hes much more closed than i am； but i know from experience （even though im constantly being accused of knowing all there is to know in theory； but not in practice） that in time； even the most unmunicative types will long as much； or even more； for someone to confide in。
peter and i have both spent our contemplative years in the annex。 we often discuss the future； the past and the present； but as ive already told you； i miss the real thing； and yet i know it exists！
is it because i havent been outdoors for so long that ive bee so smitten with nature？ i remember a time when a magnificent blue sky； chirping birds； moonlight and budding blossoms wouldnt have captivated me。 things have changed since i came here。 one night during the pentecost holiday； for instance； when it was so hot； i struggled to keep my eyes open until eleven…thirty so i could get a good look at the moon； all on my own for once。 alas； my sacrifice was in vain； since there was too much glare and i couldnt risk opening a window。 an… other time； several months ago； i happened to be upstairs one night when the window was open。 i didnt go back down until it had to be closed again。 the dark； rainy evening； the wind； the racing clouds； had me spellbound； it was the first time in a year and a half that id seen the night face…to…face。 after that evening my longing to see it again was even greater than my fear of burglars； a dark rat…infested house or robberies。 i went downstairs all by myself and looked out the windows in the kitchen and private office。 many people think nature is beautiful； many people sleep from time to time under the starry sky； and many people in hospitals and prisons long for the day when theyll be free to enjoy what nature has to offer。 but few are as isolated and cut off as we are from dle joys of nature； which can be shared by rich and poor alike。
its not just my imagination looking at dle sky； dle clouds； dle moon and dle stars really does make me feel calm and hopeful。 its much better medicine than valerian or bromide。 nature makes me feel humble and ready to face every blow with courage！
as luck would have it； im only able except for a few rare occasions…to view nature through dusty curtains tacked over dirt…caked windows； it takes dle pleasure out of looking。 nature is dle one thing for which dlere is no substitute！
one of dle many questions that have often bodlered me is why women have been； and still are； thought to be so inferior to men。 its easy to say its unfair； but thats not enough for me； id really like to know the reason for this great injustice！
men presumably dominated women from the very beginning because of their greater physical strength； its men who earn a living； beget children and do as they please。 。 。
until recently； women silently went along willi this； which was stupid； since the longer its kept up； the more deeply entrenched it bees。 fortunately； education； work and progress have opened womens eyes。 in many countries theyve been granted equal rights； many people； mainly women； but also men； now realize how wrong it was to tolerate this state of affairs for so long。 modern women want the right to be pletely independent！
but thats not all。 women should be respected as well！ generally speaking； men are held in great esteem in all parts ofthe world； so why shouldnt women have their share？ soldiers and war heroes are honored and memorated； explorers are granted immortal fame； martyrs are revered； but how many people look upon women too as soldiers？
in the book soldiers on the home front i was greatly struck by the fact that in childbirth alone； women monly suffer more pain； illness and misery than any war hero ever does。 and whats her reward for enduring all that pain？ she gets pushed aside when shes disfigured by birth； her children soon leave； her beauty is gone。
women； who struggle and suffer pain to ensure the con… tinuation of the human race； make much tougher and more courageous soldiers than all those big…mouthed freedom…fighting heroes put together！
i dont mean to imply that women should stop having children； on the contrary； nature intended them to； and thats the way it should be。 what i condemn are our system of values and the men who dont acknowledge how great； difficult； but ultimately beautiful womens share in society is。
i agree pletely with paul de kruif； the author of this book； when he says that men must learn that birth is no longer thought of as inevitable and unavoidable in those parts of the world we consider civthzed。 its easy for men to talk they dont and never will have to bear the woes that women do！
i believe that in the course of the next century the notion that its a womans duty to have children will change and make way for the respect and admiration of all women； who bear their burdens without plaint or a lot of pompous words！
yours； anne
m。 frank
friday； june 16； 1944
dearest kitty；
new problems： mrs。 van d。 is at her wits end。 shes talking about getting shot； being thrown in prison； being hanged and suicide。 shes jealous that peter confides in me and not in her； offended that dussel doesnt re… spond sufficiently to her flirtations and afraid her husbands going to squander all the fur…coat money on to… bacco。 she quarrels； curses； cries； feels sorry for herself； laughs and starts allover again。
what on earth can you do with such a silly； sniveling specimen of humanity？ nobody takes her seriously； she has no strength of character； she plains to one and all； and you should see how she walks around： von hinten lyzeum； yon vorne museum。* ＇acts like a schoolgirl； looks like a frump。＇ even worse；