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『赤毛のアン』英文/和訳 CHAPTER XXXIII ホテルのコンサート

『赤毛のアン』英文/和訳 CHAPTER XXXIII ホテルのコンサート

『Anne of Green Gables』CHAPTER XXXIII を、英語学習用に「英文→和訳」の順で読みやすく整理し、ホテルでのコンサート・アンの緊張・都会的な観客・朗読の成功・自信と成長・グリーンゲイブルズへの帰属感に関わる語句を多めに色分けしています。

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After the pass list, Anne felt that life had opened a new door.

But before Queen’s began, there came another event of special brilliance.

A concert was to be held at the White Sands Hotel, and Anne was asked to recite.

The invitation filled her with trembling delight and considerable terror.

To recite at a school concert was one thing; to recite before hotel guests was quite another.

Anne imagined elegant ladies, critical gentlemen, and a room full of eyes.

The thought was thrilling, but it also made her heart sink.

Marilla said she hoped Anne would not get her head turned by applause.

Anne said she would try to remain humble, though applause was naturally a very tempting sound.

Matthew listened quietly and looked as proud as if Anne had already conquered the hotel.

That silent faith gave Anne more courage than many speeches could have done.

* * *

The day of the concert was bright, warm, and full of restless expectation.

Anne dressed with great care, feeling that every ribbon and fold carried responsibility.

She wished to look dignified, poetic, and not too frightened.

Diana went with her, full of loyal excitement and comforting admiration.

The road to the hotel seemed to Anne like a road to some palace of trial.

When the hotel came into view, large and shining, Anne’s courage almost slipped away.

There were verandas, windows, voices, and the air of a world more polished than Avonlea.

Anne felt suddenly rustic, young, and painfully visible.

Diana whispered that Anne looked lovely.

Anne tried to believe her, but nervousness is a poor listener.

She entered the hotel with a beating heart and a face she hoped was calm.

* * *

The concert room seemed dazzling.

There were lights, flowers, chairs, fashionable dresses, and a murmur of polished conversation.

Anne saw ladies who looked as if they had stepped out of magazines.

She saw gentlemen whose calm faces seemed to promise difficult judgment.

For one terrible moment, Anne wished herself safely back in the east gable room.

The familiar walls of Green Gables seemed more beautiful than any hotel splendor.

But she could not run away.

Her name was on the program, and her pride, courage, and friends were all depending on her.

The other performers seemed older, smoother, and more accustomed to such occasions.

Anne felt herself shrinking inward.

Then she remembered Miss Stacy’s lessons about self-command.

She lifted her head and tried to breathe as if she were not frightened at all.

* * *

When Anne’s turn came, she walked forward through a mist of fear.

The room seemed full of faces, and every face seemed to be waiting.

For a second she thought she might forget every word.

Then she saw Gilbert Blythe among the audience.

He looked calm, attentive, and perhaps a little amused.

That sight worked on Anne like a spark.

Pride came to her aid, and with pride came courage.

She began to recite.

At first her voice trembled slightly, but soon it grew clear, rich, and full of feeling.

The words, once released, carried her forward.

She forgot the hotel, the fashionable ladies, and the fear of failure.

She became only the poem, the feeling, and the living rhythm of the lines.

The audience grew still.

That stillness told Anne more than any whisper could have done.

They were listening.

And because they were listening, Anne gave them her whole heart.

* * *

When the recitation ended, there was a moment of deep silence.

Then the applause came, sudden, warm, and overwhelming.

Anne felt it rush over her like a bright wave.

For a second she was too dazed to move.

Then she bowed and went back to her place with a face full of radiant joy.

Diana looked as if she might burst from pride.

Several people praised Anne afterward, and their words seemed almost unreal.

One lady said Anne had unusual expression and feeling.

Anne treasured the compliment, though she tried not to look too intoxicated by it.

She remembered Marilla’s warning about getting her head turned.

Still, a little inward glowing seemed permissible.

Gilbert did not praise her directly.

But Anne knew from his face that he knew she had done well.

Strangely, that silent recognition mattered very much.

* * *

The rest of the evening passed in a kind of happy brightness.

Anne listened to the other performances with a heart still beating from her own success.

The hotel no longer seemed frightening.

It had become a place where she had stood, spoken, and been heard.

That made it part of her life forever.

On the way home, Diana repeated every compliment she could remember.

Anne listened with delight, then confessed that she had been terribly frightened at first.

Diana said nobody would ever have guessed it.

This pleased Anne almost as much as the applause.

She felt that courage was not the absence of fear, but the power to go on while afraid.

That seemed a mature and useful discovery.

The night air was cool, the road was dim, and the stars looked friendly above them.

Anne felt that the whole world had quietly applauded with the audience.

* * *

When Anne returned to Green Gables, Marilla was waiting up.

She asked how the concert had gone in a voice that tried to sound casual.

Anne poured out the story, though she tried to keep the triumph within reasonable bounds.

Marilla listened, saying little, but her face showed quiet satisfaction.

Matthew, hearing the report later, looked as if every compliment had been given to him personally.

Anne saw this and felt a happiness deeper than applause.

Public praise was sweet, but Matthew’s pride was sweeter.

That night, before sleeping, Anne thought about the hotel, the lights, the applause, and the fear she had overcome.

She also thought about Green Gables, which had received her back after all the brightness.

The hotel had shown her what she might do in the larger world.

Green Gables reminded her why doing it mattered.

Between the two, Anne felt herself growing.

And because she was Anne, even growth came wrapped in color, music, and shining words.

出典:Project Gutenberg『Anne of Green Gables』by L. M. Montgomery, CHAPTER XXXIII “The Hotel Concert” をもとに、英語学習用の英文・和訳・語句色分け形式に編集しています。

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