MONDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 1942
Dearest Kitty, Yesterday was Peter's birthday, his sixteenth.
I was upstairs by eight, and Peter and I looked at his presents.
He received a game of Monopoly, a razor and a cigarette lighter.
Not that he smokes so much, not at all; it just looks so distinguished.
The biggest surprise came from Mr. van Daan, who reported at one that the English had landed in Tunis, Algiers, Casablanca and Oran.
“This is the beginning of the end,” everyone was saying,
but Churchill, the British Prime Minister, who must have heard the same thing being repeated in England,
declared, “This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.”
Do you see the difference? However, there's reason for optimism.
Stalingrad, the Russian city that has been under attack for three months, still hasn't fallen into German hands.
In the true spirit of the Annex, I should talk to you about food. (I should explain that they're real gluttons up on the top floor.)
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색