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Kikoeru kashira
Do you hear? Hooves beating
Original story by Lucy Maud Montgomery
AKAGE NO ANNE
Hizume no oto
A carriage goes through the gentle hills
Yuruyakana oka wo nutte
Kaketekuru basha
Someone comes to pick me up
Mukae ni kuru no mukae ni kuru no ne
And takes me
Dare ka ga
Watashi wo tsureteyuku no ne
Shiroi hana no michi he
To the avenue with white flowers
To the home of wind
Kaze no furusato he
He takes me
Tsureteyuku no ne
I'm sure
Tsureteyuku no ne
Morning at Green Gables
The red-haired girl, Anne Shirley
who has come from an orphan asylum,
entered into Green Gables to live with Matthew and Marilla.
But, in truth they wanted a boy who could help out.
Therefore, Anne would be returned to the asylum.
Why aren't you dressed yet?
Oh, isn't it wonderful?
It's a big tree, and it blooms great,
but the fruit don't amount to much never...small and wormy.
Oh, I don't mean just the tree.
Of course it's lovely.
It blooms as if it meant it.
But I meant everything.
The garden and the orchard and the brook and the woods, the whole big dear world.
Don't you feel as if you just loved the world on a morning like this?
And I can hear the brook laughing all the way up here.
I'm so glad there's a brook near Green Gables.
Perhaps you think it doesn't make any difference to me
when you're not going to keep me, but it does.
I shall always like to remember that there is a brook here even if I never see it again.
If there wasn't a brook, I'd be haunted by the uncomfortable feeling
that there ought to be one.
I'm not in the depths of despair this morning.
I never can be in the morning.
Isn't it a splendid thing that there are mornings?
But I feel very sad.
I've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all
and that I was to stay here for ever and ever.
It was a great comfort while it lasted.
But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop.
And that hurts.
You'd better get dressed.
And never mind your imaginings.
Breakfast is waiting.
Wash your face and comb your hair.
Leave the window up and turn your bedclothes back over the foot of the bed.
Be as smart as you can.
Good morning Mr. Cuthbert!
Good morning!
I'm pretty hungry this morning!
The world doesn't seem such a howling wilderness as it did last night.
I'm so glad it's a sunshiny morning.
But I like rainy mornings real well, too.
All sorts of mornings are interesting, don't you think?
You don't know what's going to happen through the day
and there's so much scope for imagination.
But I'm glad it's not rainy today,
because it's easier to be cheerful and bear up under affliction on a sunshiny day.
I feel that I have a good deal to bear up under.
It's all very well to read about sorrows
and imagine yourself living through them heroically,
but it's not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?
For pity's sake hold your tongue,
you talk entirely too much for a little girl.
Breakfast's ready.
Thereupon Anne held her tongue so obediently and thoroughly
that her continued silence made Marilla rather nervous.
Matthew also held his tongue
but this was natural, so that the meal was a very silent one.
May I begin keeping them away?
Let me help you wash them.
Can you wash dishes right?
Pretty well.
I'm better at looking after children, though.
It's such a pity you haven't any here for me to look after.
I don't want any more children to look after than I've got now.
You're problem enough in all conscience.
What's to be done with you I don't know.
Matthew is a most ridiculous man.
I think he's lovely. He is so very sympathetic.
He didn't mind how much I talked. He seemed to like it.
I felt that he was a kindred spirit as soon as ever I saw him.
You're both queer enough, if that's what you mean by kindred spirits.
Yes, you may wash the dishes.
I've got enough to attend to this morning,
for I'll have to drive over to White Sands in the afternoon and see Mrs. Spencer.
You'll come with me and we'll settle what's to be done with you.
After you've finished the dishes go upstairs and make your bed.
Yes.
I'll leave it to you then.
Yes, Miss. Cuthbert.
Your bed sheets are badly done compared to the dishes.
That's because I've never slept on such a comfortable bed.
Just slap it like this and it'll be done.
Really! Can I try it?
After that, you can go to play until noon.
Really, Miss. Cuthbert?
Remember to remove your dust and wipe the mud on your feet before coming in.
Yes. I'll be careful.
What's the matter now?
I don't dare go out.
If I can't stay here there is no use in my loving Green Gables.
And if I go out there and get acquainted with all those trees and flowers
and the orchard and the brook, I'll not be able to help loving it.
It's hard enough now, so I won't make it any harder.
I want to go out so much. Everything seems to be calling to me.
Anne, Anne, come out to us.
Anne, Anne, we want a playmate.
They're keeping calling me.
But it's better not.
There is no use in loving things
if you have to be torn from them.
That was why I was so glad when I thought I was going to live here.
I thought I'd have so many things to love and nothing to hinder me.
But that brief dream is over.
I am resigned to my fate now,
so I don't think I'll go out for fear I'll get unresigned again.
Miss. Cuthbert, what is the name of that geranium on the window-sill, please?
That's the apple-scented geranium.
Oh, I don't mean that sort of a name. I mean just a name you gave it yourself.
Didn't you give it a name?
May I give it one then?
let me see...Bonny would do.
May I call it Bonny while I'm here?
Goodness, I don't care. But where on earth is the sense of naming a geranium?
Oh, I like things to have handles even if they are only geraniums.
It makes them seem more like people.
How do you know but that it hurts a geranium's feelings
just to be called a geranium and nothing else?
You wouldn't like to be called nothing but a woman all the time.
I named that cherry-tree outside my bedroom window this morning.
I called it Snow Queen because it was so white.
Of course, it won't always be in blossom,
but one can imagine that it is, can't one?
I never in all my life say or heard anything to equal her.
She is kind of interesting as Matthew says.
I can feel already that I'm wondering what on earth she'll say next.
She'll be casting a spell over me, too.
She's cast it over Matthew.
But what is Matthew thinking?
Wanting to adopt a girl.
Mori no tobira wo akete
Sagashi ni oide
Guriin geiburuzu no an
Akai kami no onna no ko
Sagashi ni oide
Mienai takaramono wo
Mabushii yume wo
Yondeiru no ha dare
Afureru izumi no soba he
Sagashi ni oide
Guriin geiburuzu no an
Akai kami no onna no ko
Sagashi ni oide
Kienai monogatari wo
Himitsu no yume wo
Yondeiru no ha dare
We have to eat early today.
I suppose I can have the mare and buggy this afternoon?
Matthew I know you don't want to go,
so, I'm going to drive over to White Sands and settle this thing.
I'll take her with me...
and Mrs. Spencer will probably make arrangements
to send her back to the Orphan asylum at once.
I'll set your tea out for you
And I'll be home in time to milk the cows.
Still Matthew said nothing...
and Marilla had a sense of having wasted words and breath.
There is nothing more aggravating than a man who won't talk back,
unless it is a woman who won't.
Little Jerry Buote from the Creek was here this morning
and I told him I guessed I'd hire him for the summer.
Matthew, you said you would adopt a boy to help out!
Goodbye, Bonny! Goodbye, Snow Queen!
Mr. Cuthbert, goodbye!
Goodbye!
Ashita ha donna hi?
Nani ga watashi wo yondeiru kashira
Ashita no kuru mae ni
Misete hoshii misete hoshii
Kossori misete hoshii no
Yume no yume no kakera wo
Anne's hopeful voice kept sounding in Matthew's ears.
Why didn't he mentioned to Marilla that he would keep Anne in Green Gables?
Matthew feels very sad.
That afternoon, Matthew had no spirit to work.
He kept praying and waiting
that Marilla would change her mind and bring Anne back.
Then, Anne said something witch shocked Marilla on Their way.
I've made up my mind to enjoy this drive.
If I make up my mind to, I definitely will.
I am not going to think about going back to the asylum
while we're having our drive.
While going to Mrs. Spencer's,
Anne tells Marilla about her tragic past.
Next of Anne of Green Gables:
Anne's History. Please Watch!
Hashittemo hashittemo
Owaranai hana no nami
Mizuumi ha tooku
Moeru kumo ha motto tooku
Hana no naka de ichinichiha owaru
Samenai yume mitai ni