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Silver Zero Subs
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
Matthew Cuthbert Is Surprised
In one month of June, during the 19th century,
on a boat in Canada heading towards Prince Edward Island
a red-haired girl
prepares for her new life with a hopeful heart.
The story happens on this island
when an elderly pair of siblings in "Green Gables"
decide to adopt a young boy.
On the one hand, the older brother Matthew Cuthbert is neatly attired
driving the carriage to Bright River station
to receive the boy.
Matthew is not used to coming in contact with strangers,
especially strange beings like women's and girls!
Likely this is the reason he is single for over sixty years.
On the other hand, his sister Marilla also remained single
assisting her brother Matthew to mantain Green Gables.
They lived peacefully every day.
Marilla is working hard to prepare for the boy's arrival.
When Mrs. Rachel Lynde watched Matthew's carriage passing by
she went to Green Gables to inquire from Marilla the happenings.
What? Adopting a young boy?!
Yes, that's right, Rachel!
But Marilla, what on earth put such a notion into your head?
You never mentioned anything to me before this!
Rachel, we've been thinking about it for some time.
Ever since last christmas when we knew
Mrs. Spencer was to adopt a girl from the orphan asylum.
But have you need for this?
You are both already advanced in age.
Rachel, that is precisely the reason!
Matthew is getting up in years, you know.
So if we adopted a teenage boy,
not only can he help with brother's work,
we can also give him the warmth and proper education of a home.
He will arrive today?
Yes!
We have gotten Mrs. Spencer's telegram notice.
The train is arriving.
Bright River!
Stationmaster...
Then wait patiently here for someone to fetch you!
Yes, Mrs. Spencer!
Mrs. Spencer, thank you!
Lily stay well!
Goodbye, and be a good girl!
Well, Marilla, I'll just tell you plain
that I think you're doing a mighty foolish thing, that's what.
You're bringing a strange child into your house
and you don't know a single thing about him.
I worry about that too.
But Mrs. Spencer is a reliable person
and my brother felt warmly for this matter.
But don't you let your guard down.
I heard of a case over in New Brunswick,
where an orphan asylum child put strychnine in the well
and the whole family died in fearful agonies.
Only, it was a girl in that instance.
Well, we're not getting a girl.
I'd never dream of taking a girl.
It does really seem as if I must be dreaming.
Well, I'm sorry for that poor young one and no mistake.
Marilla and Matthew don't know anything about children...
but are adopting one.
The five-thirty train...
You must be Mr. Cuthbert!
How late you are...
The five-thirty train has been in and gone half an hour ago.
I cannot return home for dinner because I needed to wait for your arrival!
T-then...
Your guest has been waiting for you.
Look, she's sitting out there on the shingles.
I asked her to go into the ladies' waiting room,
but she informed me gravely that she preferred to stay outside.
There was more scope for imagination, she said.
She's a case, I should say.
A girl? You must be mistaken!
I'm not expecting a girl!
Actually, Spencer...
That's right. Shes the one Mrs. Spencer asked me to take care of.
I don't understand... It's a boy I've come for.
Guess there's some mistake,
you'd better question the girl.
Maybe they were out of boys of the brand you wanted.
I dare say she'll be able to explain.
I have something else on!
Please wait, I...
I suppose you are Mr. Matthew Cuthbert of Green Gables?
It really was you. I'm very glad to see you.
I was beginning to be afraid you weren't coming for me,
and I was imagining all the things that might have happened to prevent you.
I had made up my mind that if you didn't come for me tonight,
I'd go down to that big wild cherry-tree and climb up into it to stay all night.
I wouldn't be a bit afraid,
and it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white
with bloom in the moonshine, don't you think?
You could imagine you were dwelling in marble halls.
I was quite sure you would come for me in the morning
if you didn't tonight.
I'm sorry I was late,
give me your bag.
Oh, I can carry it.
I've got all my worldly goods in it, but it isn't heavy.
And if it isn't carried in just a certain way the handle pulls out.
Look!
That's why I'd better keep it because I know the exact knack of it.
This way?
Oh, I'm very glad you've come...
Even if it would have been nice to sleep in a wild cherry-tree.
But thank you anyway.
We've got to drive a long piece, haven't we?
I'm glad because I love driving.
Oh, it seems so wonderful that I'm going to live with you...
and belong to you.
I've never belonged to anybody,
not really.
Is that the one?
I dislike the orphan asylum.
It's terrible there...
because there is so little scope for the imagination.
Only just in the other orphans.
To imagine that perhaps the girl who sat next to you was really the daughter of a
belted earl, who had been stolen away from her parents in her infancy by a cruel nurse
who died before she could confess.
It was pretty interesting to imagine things about them.
I used to lie awake at nights and imagine
things like that, because I didn't have time in the day.
I guess that's why I'm so thin. I am dreadful thin, ain't I?
There isn't a pick on my bones.
I do love to imagine I'm nice and plump, with dimples in my elbows.
Can we set off?
Yes! Please.
I will make myself look like a lady.
Let's go!
The girl didn´t seem to need to rest, so she kept talking in the journey.
And Matthew, much to his own surprise, was enjoying himself.
He had never expected to enjoy the society of a little girl.
What does make the roads red?
Well now, I dunno.
It's all right. That is one of the things to find out sometime.
It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything...
There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?
Am I talking too much?
Would you rather I didn't talk?
If you say so I'll stop.
I can stop when I make up my mind to it...
although it's difficult.
Oh, you can talk as much as you like. I don't mind.
Oh, I'm so glad.
I know you and I are going to get along together fine.
I'm always told that children should be seen and not heard.
And people laugh at me because I use big words.
But if you have big ideas you have to
use big words to express them, haven't you?
Well now, that seems reasonable.
Mrs. Spencer said your place was named Green Gables.
I asked her all about it. And she said there were trees all around it.
I was gladder than ever. I just love trees.
There were only a few poor trees in the asylum with little whitewashed
cagey things about them. They just looked like orphans themselves.
I used to say to them...
Oh, you poor little things!
If you were out in a great big woods with other trees all around you
and little mosses and Junebells growing over your roots and a brook
not far away and birds singing in you branches, you could grow.
I felt sorry to leave them behind this morning.
Is there a brook anywhere near Green Gables?
I forgot to ask Mrs. Spencer that.
Well now, yes, there's one right below the house.
Fancy.
It's always been one of my dreams to live near a brook.
I never expected I would, though.
But now my dream come true.
Just now I feel pretty nearly perfectly happy.
I can't feel exactly perfectly happy because...
Well, what color would you call this?
It's red, ain't it?
Yes, it's red...
Now you see why I can't be perfectly happy.
I don't mind the other things, the freckles and the green eyes and my skinniness.
I can imagine them away.
I can imagine that I have a beautiful
rose-leaf complexion and lovely starry violet eyes.
But I cannot imagine that red hair away.
I think to myself...
Now my hair is a glorious black, black as the raven's wing.
But all the time I know it is just plain red
and it breaks my heart.
It will be my lifelong sorrow.
I read of a girl once in a novel who had a lifelong sorrow,
but it wasn't red hair.
Her hair was pure gold rippling back from her alabaster brow.
Oh, Mr. Cuthbert! Mr. Cuthbert!! Mr. Cuthbert!!!
I guess you're feeling pretty tired and hungry?
But we haven't very far to go now, only another mile.
Oh, Mr. Cuthbert...
that place we came through, that white place, what was it?
Well now, you must mean the Avenue?
It is a kind of pretty place.
Pretty? Oh, pretty doesn't seem the right word to use.
Nor beautiful, either. They don't go far enough.
Oh, it was wonderful!!
It just satisfies me here, it made a pleasant ache...
Did you ever have an ache like that, Mr. Cuthbert?
Well now, I just can't recollect that I ever had.
I have it lots of time!
Whenever I see anything royally beautiful.
But they shouldn't call that lovely place the Avenue.
I know! Why not call it the "White Way of Delight"?
Isn't that a nice imaginative name?
White Way of Delight?
When I don't like the name of a place or a person,
I always imagine a new one and always think of them so.
Mr. Cuthbert, you can call that, the White Way of Delight next time too!
Have we really only another mile to go before we get home?
Well now, yes, just about one more mile!
I'm glad and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry because this drive has been so pleasant,
and I'm always sorry when pleasant things end.
Something still pleasanter may come after
but you can never be sure. And it's so often the case that it isn't pleasanter.
That has been my experience anyhow.
But I'm glad to think of getting home.
You see, I've never had a real home since I can remember.
It gives me that pleasant ache again just to think of coming to a really truly home.
Matthew begins to sober up.
He wishes time could stop
so the girl could never find out the truth.
The girl knows not his inner turmoil
and basks dreamily in the sunset scene.
After the beautiful lake, Matthew finally returns to Green Gables.
Next episode: Marilla Cuthbert is Surprised.
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