MARCH, 1944
e una Liebe una Sc;* [* t is good and dear and beautiful.] and Im filled o e; Peters love (ure, ure and tremendous beauty of everyt splendor, as das Schone.
At sucs I dont t all t about ty t still remains. tly. ;t all t part of it.quot; My advice is: quot;Go outside, to try, enjoy ture o offer. Go outside and try to recapture ty in yourself and in everything around you and be happy.”
I dont t, because o do if you become part of tely lost. On trary, beauty remains, even in misfortune. If you just look for it, you discover more and more h will never die in misery!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
EDNESDAY, MARCh 8, 1944
Margot and I ing eaces, just for fun, of course.
Anne: Its strange, but I can only remember ter Mr. Dussel nigs noer to ternoon and Mr. Dussel is snoring again, ty, I deliberately made more noise to get to stop.
Margot: ter, the gasping for air?
Anne: tter, because it stops ion.
I didnt e to Margot, but o you, dear Kitty, is t Ive been dreaming of Peter a great deal. t before last I dreamed I ing rig little boy from ting rink; er, troduced myself, overdoing it a bit, and asked er.
In my dream I ers I actually knew!
tanding in Peters room, facing eacairs.
I said someto replied t love me all t muc I s flirt. In a desperate and pleading voice I said, quot;Im not flirting, Peter!”
er said it after all.
Last nig Peters cing: t as soft as the cheeks of a man who already