World Masterpiece Theater
SILVER ZERO SUBS
Child Welfare Culture Award Winner
http://silverzerosubs.blogspot.com/
Edited by JPET
Theme song "To hear the words of a song" Lyrics - Kishida Eriko Composed and Arranged - Miyoshi Akira
Kikoeru kashira
Do you hear? Hooves beating
AKAGE NO ANNE
Original story by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Hizume no oto
A carriage glides over the gentle hills
Yuruyakana oka wo nutte
Kaketekuru basha
It lifts me up, It lifts me up
Mukae ni kuru no mukae ni kuru no ne
And it takes me
Dare ka ga
Watashi wo tsureteyuku no ne
Shiroi hana no michi he
To the avenue with white flowers
To where the wind comes from
Kaze no furusato he
It takes me,
Tsureteyuku no ne
It takes me.
Tsureteyuku no ne
Nippon Animation
Anne's History
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!
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.
Oh, look, there's one little early wild rose out!
Isn't it lovely? Don't you think it must be glad to be a rose?
Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk?
I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things.
And isn't pink the most bewitching color in the world?
I love it, but I can't wear it.
Redheaded people can't wear pink, not even in imagination.
Did you ever know of anybody whose hair was red when she was young,
but got to be another color when she grew up?
No, I don't know as I ever did,
and I shouldn't think it likely to happen in your case either.
Well, that is another hope gone.
'My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes'.
That's a sentence I read in a book once,
and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I'm disappointed in anything.
I don't see where the comforting comes in myself.
Why, because it sounds so nice and romantic...
Just as if I were a heroine in a book, you know.
Are we going across the Lake of Shining Waters today?
We're not going over Barry's pond,
if that's what you mean by your Lake of Shining Waters.
We're going by the shore road.
Shore road sounds nice!
Just when you said shore road I saw it in a picture in my mind, as quick as that!
How far is it to White Sands?
It's five miles.
And as you're evidently bent on talking you might as well talk to some purpose
by telling me what you know about yourself.
Oh, what I know about myself isn't really worth telling.
If you'll only let me tell you what I imagine about myself,
you'll think it ever so much more interesting.
No, I don't want any of your imaginings.
Just you stick to bald facts.
Begin at the beginning. Where were you born and how old are you?
What's wrong?
Tell me!
No!
What's the point?
I don't want to think about those things.
Is this the child from the orphanage?
But Rachel said that it was a boy.
You hardly see Rachel mixing up a girl for a boy.
No, it's not that.
The truth is... something went wrong, and she replaced the boy.
Oh my! That is so unfortunate.
But how did this happen?
I don't know myself!
That´s why I'm going to ask Mrs. Spencer at White Sands...
what this is about.
Although it´s an error, she has to be sent back.
Poor child.
I'm sorry! I´m in a rush...
Anne! What´s wrong?
Anne! Anne! Come back!
Anne!
I´m sorry! I´ve wasted much of your time!
Well, I have things to do, so...
I´m sorry, Miss. Cuthbert.
I´m all right now, please continue.
I´m sorry too. I wasn't mindful of your feelings.
I´ll tell you about my past.
I´ll talk from my birth.
I was born in Bolingbroke, Nova Scotia.
And I was eleven last March.
My father's name was Walter Shirley,
and he was a teacher in the Bolingbroke High School.
My mother's name was Bertha Shirley.
Aren't Walter and Bertha lovely names?
I'm so glad my parents had nice names.
It would be a real disgrace to have a father named...well..
...say Jedediah, wouldn't it?
I guess it doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself.
Well, I don't know.
I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,
but I've never been able to believe it.
I don't believe a rose would be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.
I suppose my father could have been a good man even if he had been called Jedediah,
but I'm sure it would have been a cross.
Well, that's it for the names. Tell me about your parents.
Well, my mother was a teacher in the High school, too,
but when she married father
they went to live in a teeny-weeny little yellow house in Bolingbroke.
I've never seen that house, but I've imagined it thousands of times.
I think it must have had honeysuckle over the parlour window,
and lilacs in the front yard,
and lilies of the valley just inside the gate.
Yes, I didn't go there anytime, but I can see it once I close my eyes.
And muslin curtains in all the windows.
Muslin curtains give a house such an air.
I was born in that house.
Mrs. Thomas said I was the homeliest baby she ever saw...
I was so scrawny and tiny and nothing but eyes.
Although I still am now.
But mother thought I was perfectly beautiful.
I should think a mother would be a better judge
than a poor woman who came in to scrub, wouldn't you?
Any mother would love her own child and think it beautiful.
I'm glad she was satisfied with me anyhow...
I would feel so sad if I thought I was a disappointment to her.
Because she didn't live very long after that, you see.
She died of fever when I was just three months old.
I do wish she'd lived long enough for me to remember calling her mother.
I think it would be so sweet to say 'mother,' don't you?
I really wished I had someone that I could call mother.
Mother!
Or...
Mommy!
Or...
Mama!
Like that.
But I never even called my mother once.
It´s a bit too much for a 3 month old baby.
And father died four days afterwards from fever too.
That left me an orphan and folks were at their wits end,
so Mrs. Thomas said, what to do with me.
You see, nobody wanted me even then.
It seems to be my fate.
Anne's words stopped here...
And Marilla didn't persue, while waiting patiently for Anne to speak.
As Anne thinks of her mother and sighs...
...she looks at the sea and continues to talk about her past.
Although she digresses at times...
for Anne, this was what was needed to continue talking.
Father and mother had both come from far away places,
and it was well known they hadn't any living relatives.
Finally Mrs. Thomas said she'd take me,
though she was poor and had a drunken husband.
Mr. and Mrs. Thomas moved away from Bolingbroke to Marysville.
I helped look after the Thomas' children who were younger than me.
And I can tell you, they took a lot of looking after,
...because Mrs. Thomas was busy working every day...
and Mr. Thomas didn't know how to take care of children.
Then Mr. Thomas was killed falling under a train.
Mrs. Thomas was at her wits end, so she wondered what to do with me.
Then Mrs. Hammond from up the river came,
and said she'd take me, seeing as I was handy with children,
and I went up the river to live with her in a little clearing among the stumps.
It was a very lonesome place.
I'm sure I could never have lived there if I hadn't had an imagination.
Mr. Hammond worked a little sawmill up there,
and Mrs. Hammond had eight children.
She had three sets of twins .
I like babies in moderation, but twins three times in succession is too much.
I told Mrs. Hammond so firmly, when the last pair came.
I used to get so dreadfully tired carrying them about.
I lived up river with Mrs. Hammond over two years,
and then Mr. Hammond died and Mrs. Hammond broke up the family.
She divided her children among her relatives and went to the States.
I had to go to the asylum at Hopetown, because nobody would take me.
They didn't want me at the asylum, either. they said they were over-crowded as it was.
I was there four months until Mrs. Spencer came.
Did you ever go to school?
Yes.
But not a great deal.
When I went up river we were so far from a school that I couldn't walk it in winter
and there was a vacation in summer, so I could only go in the spring and fall.
But I can read pretty well and I know ever so many pieces of poetry off by heart.
I loved the books my parents gave me,
they made me understand many things.
But I accidentally mistook them for rubbish
and threw them away when I went to the asylum.
Well...were those women...
Mrs. Thomas and Mrs. Hammond... good to you?
Oh, they meant to be...
I know they meant to be just as good and kind as possible.
And when people mean to be good to you,
you don't mind very much when they're not quite always.
They had a good deal to worry them.
It's very trying to have a drunken husband, you see.
And it must be very trying to have twins three times in succession, don't you think?
But I feel sure they meant to be good to me.
Marilla asked no more questions.
Anne gave herself up to a silent rapture over the shore road,
Marilla guided the sorrel coloured horse, abstractedly while she pondered deeply.
Isn't the sea wonderful?
Once, Mr. Thomas hired an express wagon
and took us all to spend the day at the shore ten miles away.
I enjoyed every moment of that day, even if I had to look after the children all the time.
I lived it over in happy dreams for years.
Aren't those gulls splendid?
Would you like to be a gull?
I think I would.
Don't you think it would be nice to wake up at sunrise,
and swoop down over the water and away out over that lovely blue sea all day.
And then at night to fly back to one's nest?
What big house is that just ahead, please?
That's the White Sands Hotel.
There are plenty of Americans that go there for the summer.
I was afraid it might be Mrs. Spencer's place.
I don't want to get there.
Somehow, it will seem like the end of everything.
The carriage continued proceeding to...
Mrs. Spencer's place at White Sands Cove.
Mrs. Spencer is made aware of the misunderstanding,
and an old lady who wanted to adopt Anne appears.
Next on Anne of Green Gables: Marilla Makes Up Her Mind.
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[Sub Styler Cyber Zero]
[Sub Karaoke Cyber Zero]
[Sub Raw-hunter Jef Ruizu]
Producer
Motohashi Koichi
[Translator]
[Cyber Zero] [Silver Dragoon]
[Timer]
[Cyber Zero] [Silver Dragoon]
Production Management
Takakuwa Mitsuru
Planning
Satou Shouji
[Quality Checker]
[Cyber Zero] [Silver Dragoon] [JPET]
[Opening translator]
[M-432] [edited by JPET]
Screenplay
Takahata Isao
"I won't dream"
Music
Mouri Kuroudo
Hashittemo hashittemo
Layout and
Miyazaki Hayao
Scene Composition
Art Director
Ioka Masahiro
Owaranai hana no nami
Mizuumi ha tooku
Animation Director
Kondou Yoshifumi
Character Design
Moeru kumo ha motto tooku
Photographic Supervision
Kuroki Keishichi
Audio Supervision
Urakami Yasuo
Animation Supervision
Maeda Hidemi
Theme song and background music
Lyrics
Kishida Eriko
Composition
Miyoshi Akira
Singer
Oowada Ritsuko
Performer's Voices
Anne
Yamada Eiko
Marilla
Kitahara Fumie
Performer's Voices
Matthew
Saikachi Ryuuji
Housewife
Takamura Akiko
Narrator
Hazama Michio
Animation
Shinohara Masako
Tomizawa Nobuo
Shinkawa Nobumasa
Oka Yutaka
O-Production
Murata Kouichi
Saida Shunji
Tomonaga Kazuhide
Hana no naka de ichinichiha owaru
Finishing Inspection
Yasuda Michiyo
Backgrounds
Studio Aqua
Ishibashi Ken'ichi
Paint
Studio Robin
Photography
Trans Arts
Hagiwara Ryou
Samenai yume mitai ni
Editing
Seyama Takeshi
Sound Effects
Matsuda Akihiko
Sound Arrangement
Nakatokawa Tsugio
Audio Studio
AVACO Studio
Development
Eastern Development Lab.
Production Assistant
Kusuba Kouzou
Art Assistant
Yamamoto Nizou
Production Desk
Masuko Soujirou
Production Assistant
Hoshide Kazuhiko
Samenai yume mitai ni
Producer
Nakajiima Juunzou
Endou Shigeo
Production
Takahata Isao
Produced by Nippon Animation
Fuji Terebi Bessho Takaharu