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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
Anne's Impressions of Sunday-School
Please come in!
Why are you so happy?
Because of that.
Those are my new clothes, aren't they?
Because it's Sunday tomorrow.
You've been doing something in secret these few days in you're free time.
And I heard sewing sounds.
I wanted to give you a surprise.
Thank you, Marilla!
Well, how do you like them?
What's wrong?
I'll imagine that I like them.
I don't want you to imagine it.
Oh, I can see you don't like the dresses!
What is the matter with them? Aren't they neat and clean and new?
Yes.
Then why don't you like them?
They're... they're... not pretty.
Pretty!
I didn't trouble my head about getting pretty dresses for you.
I don't believe in pampering vanity, Anne. I'll tell you that right off.
Those dresses are good, sensible, serviceable dresses,
without any frills or furbelows about them.
And they're all you'll get this summer.
The gingham one and the blue print will do you for school.
The sateen is for church and Sunday school.
I'll expect you to keep them neat and clean.
And not to tear them.
I should think you'd be grateful to get most anything
after those skimpy wincey things you've been wearing.
Oh, I am grateful!
But I'd be ever so much gratefuller if you'd made just one of them with puffed sleeves.
Puffed sleeves are so fashionable now.
It would give me such a thrill, just to wear a dress with puffed sleeves.
Well, you'll have to do without your thrill.
I hadn't any material to waste on puffed sleeves.
I think they are ridiculous-looking things anyhow.
I prefer the plain, sensible ones.
But I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does,
than plain and sensible all by myself.
Trust you for that!
Well, hang those dresses carefully up in your closet
and then sit down and learn the Sunday school lesson.
Although the way you are now, you'll be imagining about
puffed sleeves and forgetting to learn again.
Definitely.
I don't want you to disgrace me
because you cannot answer tomorrow's Sunday lessons.
I did hope there would be a white one with puffed sleeves.
I prayed for one, but I didn't much expect it on that account.
I didn't suppose God would have time to bother about a little orphan girl's dress.
I knew I'd just have to depend on Marilla for it.
Well, fortunately I can imagine that one of them is of snow-white muslin
with lovely lace frills and three-puffed sleeves.
Good morning.
Your head still hurts?
A little. Don't worry about me.
But Anne, you have to go to Sunday school today.
I wanted to bring you to your first lesson,
but I didn't count on my sickness worsening.
What about Matthew?
Well now... I...
My brother hasn't gone to church for years.
He's always praying on the fields.
Well now, Anne shouldn't go alone.
Why not let her stay at home?
Matthew Cuthbert, what are you saying?
No. She must go to the church.
Alright. I'll go alone, although is frightening, but
maybe I can meet up with new friends.
Are you alright?
Yes.
They look good on you.
Here's a cent for collection.
You'll have to go down and call for Mrs. Lynde.
She'll see that you get into the right class.
Now, mind you behave yourself properly. Don't stare at people and don't fidget.
Right, I almost forgot.
Bring a white box from the living room.
I've bought you a new hat.
Hat?
Oh! So pretty!
What happened to Marilla?
I told her there was a Women's Meet today,
and told her not to be late!
Good morning!
Thank you.
It's done.
Not even a decorative lace, it looked too simple.
I've become a wind blowing towards the church.
Mrs. Rachel Lynde. Mrs. Lynde.
Look. She's the girl miss Cuthbert adoped.
She came from the asylum it seems.
Look at that red hair, I hear her temper was terrible.
I heard that she yelled at Mrs. Lynde.
No, she really insulted her, because her temper is as bad as her hair.
But Jerry Buote said she talked all the time to the trees and flowers.
That's very strange!
Like a crazy girl.
Right. You can tell by looking at her hat.
Full of wild flowers and grass.
Did you see her freckles?
I did.
They're so many.
Almighty God, your love is
eternal.
Your road is truth.
How rude.
She really is strange.
God, we should not be afraid, we should praise the Almighty.
Because you are the only existance on this earth, and the only truth.
We walk in the way you guide us in.
Almighty God! We should praise...
God, thank you for it.
Thank you for it, God.
Then, you know how to cook?
What about sewing?
A little.
Embroidery?
Knitting?
My sister knows all that.
Hana to hana to ha me kubase shiteiru
Chou to tsubomi ha yakusoku shiteiru
Watashi dake
Hitoribocchi de mitsumeteiru
Dare ka to dare ka to hanashi-shitai noni
I'm home Bonny.
Were you lonely by yourself?
Welcome back, Anne.
Marilla, are you alright now?
How did you like Sunday school?
I didn't like it a bit. It was horrid.
Anne Shirley!
I behaved well, just as you told me.
Mrs. Lynde was gone, but I went right on myself.
All The other girls were looking at me and whispering.
Mr. Bell made an awfully long prayer.
I would have been dreadfully tired before he got through
if I hadn't been sitting by that window.
But it looked right out on the Lake of Shining Waters,
so I just gazed at that and imagined all sorts of splendid things.
You shouldn't have done anything of the sort. You should have listened to Mr. Bell.
But he wasn't talking to me. He was talking to God.
I said a short prayer myself.
There was a long row of white birches hanging over the lake and the
sunshine fell down through them, way down, deep into the water.
It gave me a thrill and I just said, "Thank you for it, God," two or three times.
Not out loud, I hope.
No, just under my breath.
I behave myself rather well.
Good. And the class?
There were nine other girls in it.
They all had puffed sleeves.
I tried to imagine mine were puffed, too, but I couldn't.
Why couldn't I?
It was easy to imagine they were puffed when I was alone in the east gable.
But it was awfully hard there among the others who had really truly puffs.
You shouldn't have been thinking about your sleeves in Sunday school.
You should have been attending to the lesson.
I answered a lot of questions.
But the teacher asked ever so many. I don't think it was fair for her to do all the asking.
There were lots I wanted to ask her.
Welcome back, Anne.
I'm back.
So, did you meet any new friends?
How could I?
What happened?
Didn't you go to make friends?
But, I was unsuccessful.
Of course, friends don't come just like that.
You two are not just kindred, you even have personality similarities.
Here comes the nagging old lady.
I'd better turn in.
I heard you weren't well.
I'm much better now.
The true is, Marilla...
that child did something strange again, but I'm sure you were unaware.
Something strange? What did Anne do this time?
Her hat was rigged out ridiculous with roses and buttercups.
I thought I would sink through the floor when I saw her.
Anne, did you do that to your hat?
I know pink and yellow aren't becoming to me.
Becoming fiddlesticks!
Ms. Lynde is referring to the fact of you putting flowers on your hat.
No matter what color they were, that was ridiculous.
I don't see why it's any more ridiculous to wear flowers
on your hat than on your dress.
Lots of little girls there had bouquets pinned on their dresses. What's the difference?
Don't answer me back like that, Anne.
It was very silly of you to do such a thing.
People will talk about it something dreadful.
So you should thank Mrs. Lynde for coming here to let me know.
You really know how to shame me.
I'm sorry Marilla. I really am.
I never thought you'd mind.
Lots of the little girls had artificial flowers on their hats.
The roses and buttercups were so sweet and pretty I thought they'd look lovely on my hat.
I'm afraid I'm going to be a dreadful trial to you, Marilla.
Maybe you'd better send me back to the asylum.
That would be terrible. I don't think I could endure it.
Most likely I would go into consumption. I'm so thin as it is.
But that would be better than being a trial to you.
Be quiet, Anne!
What nonsense is that?
I don't want to send you back to the asylum, I'm sure.
Anne, wait!
Marilla, Jerry Buote told me that Diana's coming back tomorrow.
Go tell Anne the news.
Matthew, don't be such a busybody, please.
Well now, but I feel that child would get along well with Anne...
Namida ga koboretemo
Hitotsubu koboretemo
Ima ha kaze ga fuiteiru
Nobara no shigemi kara fuiteiru
Kagami wo mitara
Nobara to kaze ga utsutteiru
Namida ha mou kiete shimatte
Knowing a friend like Diana, would boost Anne's self-confidence.
Next of Anne of Green Gables:
A Solemn Vow and Promise
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