World Masterpiece Theater
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
Vanity and Vexation of Spirit
On a Spring afternoon of April,
Marilla had left for her Aid meeting, and Anne was alone at home writing a story,
when a peddler knocked on Green Gables.
Anne remembered what Marilla told her and didn't let him in.
And looked at his wares on the doorstep.
This perfume is used by a famous women.
And this facial cream called mademoiselle, came from Paris.
They are very good.
What's wrong?
I shouldn't look at them,
because Marilla says that if we put all of that on the face that God gave to us,
it would be a disastrous sin.
But I don't think so.
What if God gives you a face that needs makeup?
That's a little unfair.
I agree that God can be rather unfair sometimes.
When I see a girl like you living abundantly,
I can't help to think about my daughter who is sick in bed.
Oh, is your daughter ill?
Yes, it's terminal.
If I had money, perhaps she could be cured,
but my income is...
Mister, show me what you have.
Really?
I don't have just makeup.
Look, what about this?
And I have even more stuff.
I have brooches and decorations...
And a very cute pin cushion!
The hair dye?
I guarantee that it is an effective one.
Look at the instructions.
Once you use it you will have a beautiful raven black hair quickly enough.
Really?
I would really have raven black hair?
Don't worry.
I once sold one to a girl with carrot red hair...
Just a second, please...
Well... What was I saying?
Oh, yes... I sold one to a girl the other day, and her hair turned black after she used it.
And it made her happy.
Here, see for yourself.
The instructions are clearly stated there.
And I'm only selling it for seventy-five cents.
What do you think? It's a bargain.
Seventy-five cents?
What's wrong? Seventy-five cents is too expensive?
No. It's not that. I haven't enough money. I only have fifty cents.
Very well. I'll sell it to you for fifty cents at a special offer!
Really?
It's almost free, but it can't be helped.
But don't tell anyone that I sold it to you for only fifty cents.
Thank you, mister. I'll go fetch the money.
By the way, has that child been too immersed in the story club?
And I thought she had recovered from that concert nonsense.
I know that Anne has many faults,
and I don't have intention of denying that.
But I am the one who's bringing her up,
not you, Rachel.
So please, keep your opinions to yourself.
She's actually very helpful.
Thanks to her, I'm going home to a briskly snapping wood fire
and a table nicely spread for tea.
Instead of to the cold comfort that you will be receiving in your house.
My, my, I understand Marilla.
I apologize about the things I said about Anne.
But Marilla, You must not get excited like that because of your head.
I'm sorry for making you worry.
I suppose I should see a doctor.
Yes, I agree. After all we are getting old.
You're right.
I was too harsh, but please don't mind me.
We are good friends. I don't mind such trivial matters.
Well, good night, Rachel.
Good night, Marilla.
Marilla is really pleased with that child.
Welcome back, Marilla!
I'm back.
Anne! Anne!
Anne!
Goodness!
I'll settle Miss Anne when she comes home.
She's gadding off somewhere with Diana,
writing stories or practicing dialogues or some such tomfoolery,
and never thinking once about the time or her duties.
Goodness!
I can't let her do just what she wants.
Her head is full of nonsense
and there's never any knowing what shape it'll break out in next.
Just as soon as she grows out of one freak she takes up with another.
But there!
Here I am saying the very thing I was so riled with Rachel Lynde for saying earlier.
I didn't like to hear what Rachel said about Anne.
I must say, with all her faults,
I never found her disobedient or untrustworthy before.
But this time is different.
I told her she was to stay home this afternoon and look after things.
Well now, I dunno...
Perhaps you're judging her too hasty.
Don't call her untrustworthy until you're sure she has disobeyed you.
"Mebbe" it can all be explained.
What is there to explain?
Well... I don't know...
She's not here when I told her to stay!
I reckon she'll find it hard to explain THAT to my satisfaction.
Of course I knew you'd take her part, Matthew.
But I'm bringing her up, not you.
Just what is she doing?
Matthew, do you know where the candle is?
Well now, if it isn't there then it should be in Anne's room.
Oh, you're right.
She took it to study yesterday.
Mercy on us, have you been asleep, Anne?
No...
Are you sick then?
No...
But please, Marilla, go away and don't look at me.
Why can't I look at you?
I'm in the depths of despair
and I don't care who gets head in class or writes the best composition.
Little things like that are of no importance now.
What are you saying, Anne?
I don't suppose I'll ever be able to go anywhere again.
My career is closed.
Please, Marilla, go away and don't look at me.
Anne Shirley,
whatever is the matter with you? What have you done?
Get right up this minute and tell me. This minute, I say.
There now, what is it?
Look at my hair, Marilla.
What have you done to your hair?
Why, it's green!
Yes, it's green!
I thought nothing could be as bad as red hair.
But now I know it's ten times worse to have green hair.
Oh, Marilla, you little know how utterly wretched I am.
I little know how you got into this fix, but I mean to find out.
It's too cold up here.
Come right down to the kitchen and tell me just what you've done.
I've been expecting something queer for some time.
You haven't got into any scrape for over two months,
and I was sure another one was due.
I dyed it, Marilla.
Dyed it! Dyed your hair!
Anne Shirley, didn't you know it was a wicked thing to do?
I knew it was a little wicked.
But I thought it was worth while to be a little wicked to get rid of red hair.
Besides, I meant to be extra good in other ways to make up for it.
Well, if I'd decided it was worth while, I'd have dyed it a decent color.
I wouldn't have dyed it green.
Green?
But I didn't mean to dye it green, Marilla!
He said it would turn my hair a beautiful raven black.
He positively assured me that it would.
How could I doubt his word, Marilla?
Who said? Who are you talking about?
The peddler that was here this afternoon.
I bought the dye from him.
Anne, how often have I told you never to let one of those sellers in the house!
Oh, I didn't let him in the house.
Then Anne told everything that happened in the afternoon.
Matthew didn't enter inside the room.
He merely sympathized with Anne in the next room.
And oh, Marilla, when I saw the dreadful color it turned my hair
I repented of being wicked, I can tell you.
And I've been repenting ever since.
Well, I hope you'll repent to good purpose.
And that you've got your eyes opened to where your vanity has led you.
Goodness knows what's to be done.
I suppose the first thing is to give your hair a good washing and see if that will do any good.
The peddler had certainly spoken the truth
when he declared that the dye was an effective one.
Oh, Marilla, what shall I do?
People have pretty well forgotten my other mistakes,
like the liniment cake and setting Diana drunk,
but they'll never forget this.
They will think I am not respectable.
Oh, Marilla,
what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.
That is poetry, but it is true.
And oh, how Josie Pye will laugh!
I CANNOT face Josie Pye.
I am the unhappiest girl in Prince Edward Island.
Goodness.
Good morning, Anne.
You're still not ready for school?
If you don't hurry we will be late.
Diana...
What's wrong, Anne?
If Josie Pye saw me now,
I would rather die!
I won't tell anybody about it, Anne.
I promise solemnly.
Thank you, Diana!
You will always be my best friend indeed.
During that time Anne went nowhere because of her green hair
and shampooed her hair every day to no avail.
And at the end of the week Marilla said decidedly:
It's no use, Anne.
That is fast dye if ever there was any.
Your hair must be cut off.
You can't go out with it looking like that.
Do you want me to cut it off?
Please cut it off at once, and have it over.
I feel that my heart is broken.
This is such an unromantic affliction.
The girls in books
lose their hair in fevers or sell it to get money for some good deed,
and I'm sure I wouldn't mind losing my hair in some such fashion half so much.
But having to cut your hair off because you've dyed it a dreadful color
it's not romantic!
But do you want it cut?
Or do you want it left like this?
No. Please cut it off.
But Marilla,
may I weep all the time you're cutting it off?
If it won't interfere, because It seems such a tragic thing.
I'll never look at myself again until my hair grows!
Yes, I will, too.
I'd do penance for being wicked that way.
I'll look at myself every time I come to my room
and see how ugly I am.
And I won't try to imagine it away, either.
I never thought I was vain about my hair, of all things,
but now I know I was.
In spite of its being red,
because it was so long and thick and curly.
Good morning, Anne!
Diana!
It looks good on you, Anne!
Don't comfort me.
I brought a ribbon for you.
Will you try it?
A ribbon?
A black velvet ribbon.
Look.
Aunt Josephine gave it to me, but I'm sure it would suit you more.
Let me tie it for you!
Let's tie it around your head with a bow at one side.
Oh, it suits you wonderfully.
Wait.
I've brought you a mirror.
Fits perfectly, doesn't it?
Do you think so?
Of course.
Let's tell everyone that it is Charlottetown's latest fashion.
Anne's clipped head made a sensation in school in that Monday.
And to her relief nobody guessed the real reason for it.
It was all thanks to Marilla's skills by cutting perfectly the green hair
and Diana's loyalty in not revealing the secret.
But Josie Pye, however, did not fail to inform what she thought.
Anne, your hair could be the latest fashion,
but you look like a perfect scarecrow.
I didn't say anything when Josie said that to me,
because I thought it was part of my punishment and I ought to bear it patiently.
It's hard to be told you look like a scarecrow.
But the others liked my hair, all thanks to you and Diana.
I shall never try to be beautiful again. Of course it's better to be good.
Just like Mrs. Allan and Miss Stacy.
And grow up to be a credit to you.
Marilla, am I talking too much?
Does it hurt your head?
My head is better now.
It was terrible bad this afternoon, though.
As for your chatter, I don't know that I mind it.
I've got so used to it.
I'll go prepare some tea for you.
In one summer day,
Anne is playing by the lake.
She and her friends started to perform an outstanding dialogue.
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An Unfortunate Lily Maid
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