Anne Frank
Read the following excerpt (story) about Anne Frank. Then you will answer the questions about what you read.
Act I, Scene 1
The curtain rises on an empty stage. It is late afternoon November, 1945.
The rooms are dusty, the curtains in rags. Chairs and tables are overturned.
The door at the foot of the small stairwell swings open. MR. FRANK comes up the steps into view. He is a gentle, cultured European in his middle years. There is still a trace of a German accent in his speech.
He stands looking slowly around, making a supreme effort at self-control. He is weak, ill. His clothes are threadbare.
After a second he drops his rucksack on the couch and moves slowly about. He opens the door to one of the smaller rooms, and then abruptly closes it again, turning away. He goes to the window at the back, looking off at the Westertoren as its carillon strikes the hour of six, then he moves restlessly on.
From the street below, we hear the sound of a barrel organ and children's voices at play. There is a many-colored scarf hanging from a nail. MR. FRANK takes it, putting it around his neck. As he starts back for his rucksack, his eye is caught by something lying on the floor. It is a woman's white glove. He holds it in his hand and suddenly all of his self-control is gone. He breaks down, crying.
We hear footsteps on the stairs. MIEP GIES comes up, looking for MR. FRANK. MIEP is a Dutch girl of about twenty-two. She wears a coat and hat, ready to go home. She is pregnant. Her attitude toward MR. FRANK is protective, compassionate.
MIEP: Are you all right, Mr. Frank?
MR. FRANK [quickly controlling himself]: Yes, Miep, yes.
MIEP: Everyone in the office has gone home... It's after six. [then pleading] Don't stay up here, Mr. Frank. What's the use of torturing yourself like this?
MR. FRANK: I've come to say good-bye... I'm leaving here, Miep.
MIEP: What do you mean? Where are you going? Where?
MR. FRANK: I don't know yet. I haven't decided.
MIEP: Mr. Frank, you can't leave here! This is your home! Amsterdam is your home. Your business is here, waiting for you... You're needed here... Now that the war is over, there are things that...
MR. FRANK: I can’t stay in Amsterdam, Miep. It has too many memories for me. Everywhere there’s something... the house we lived in... the school... that street organ playing out there... I’m not the person you used to know, Miep. I’m a bitter old man. [breaking off] Forgive me, I shouldn’t speak to you like this... after all that you did for us... the suffering...
MIEP: No. No. It wasn’t suffering. You can’t say we suffered. [As she speaks, she straightens a chair which is overturned.]
MR. FRANK: I know what you went through, you and Mr. Kraler. I’ll remember it as long as I live. [He gives one last look around.] Come, Miep. [He starts for the steps, then remembers his rucksack, going back to get it.]
MIEP [hurrying up to a cupboard]: Mr. Frank, did you see? There are some of your papers here. [She brings a bundle of papers to him.] We found them in a heap of rubbish on the floor after... after you left.
MR. FRANK: Burn them. [He opens his rucksack to put the glove in it.]
MIEP: But, Mr. Frank, there are letters, notes...
MR. FRANK: Burn them. All of them.
MIEP: Burn this? [She hands him a paperbound notebook.]
MR FRANK [quietly]: Anne’s diary. [He opens the diary and begins to read.] “Monday, the sixth of July, nineteen forty-two.” [to MIEP] Nineteen forty-two. Is it possible, Miep? ... Only three years ago. [As he continues his reading, he sits down on the couch.] “Dear Diary, since you and I are going to be great friends, I will start by telling you about myself. My name is Anne Frank. I am thirteen years old. I was born in Germany the twelfth of June, nineteen twenty-nine. As my family is Jewish, we emigrated to Holland when Hitler came to power.”
[As MR. FRANK reads, another voice joins his, as if coming from the air. It is ANNE'S VOICE.]
MR. FRANK and ANNE: "My father started a business, importing spice and herbs. Things went well for us until nineteen forty. Then the war came, and the Dutch capitulation, followed by the arrival of the Germans. Then things got very bad for the Jews."
[MR. FRANK'S VOICE dies out. ANNE'S VOICE continues alone. The lights dim slowly to darkness. The curtain falls on the scene.]
ANNE’S VOICE: You could not do this and you could not do that. They forced Father out of his business. We had to wear yellow stars. I had to turn in my bike. I couldn’t go to a Dutch school any more. I couldn’t go to the movies, or ride in an automobile or even on a streetcar, and a million other things. But somehow we children still managed to have fun. Yesterday Father told me we were going into hiding. Where, he wouldn’t say. At five o’clock this morning Mother woke me and told me to hurry and get dressed. I was to put on as many clothes as I could. It would look too suspicious if we walked along carrying suitcases. It wasn’t until we were on our way that I learned where we were going. Our hiding place was to be upstairs in the building where Father used to have his business. Three other people were coming in with us—the Van Daans and their son Peter. Father knew the Van Daans but we had never met them.
[During the last lines the curtain rises on the scene. The lights dim on. ANNE'S VOICE fades out.]
Excerpted from The Diary of Anne Frank: A Play by Frances Goodrich and Albert Hackett
Question 1
Why does Mr. Frank break down crying, as described in the stage direction that begins this passage? Use evidence from the text and your prior knowledge of Mr. Frank's history to support your answer.
Question 2
Why is Mr. Frank grateful to Miep? Use evidence from the text and your prior knowledge of Mr. Frank's history to support your answer.
Question 3
Did Anne Frank begin keeping a diary before or after she and her family went into hiding? Support your answer with textual evidence.
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