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The Little Match Girl
Most terribly cold it was.
It snowed and was nearly quite dark
End evening, the last evening of the year.
In this cold and darkness,there went along the street a poor little girl
bare headed and with her naked feet.
When she left home she has slippers on.it is true.
But what was the good of that? They were very large slippers.
Which her mother had hitherto worn.
So large were they.
And the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street
because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.
One slipper was nowhere to be found.
The other had been laid hold off by an urgent.
End off she ran for it.
She thought it do capitally for a cradle when she some day will have children for herself.
So the little maiden walked on tiny with her tiny naked feet.
They were quite red and blue from cold.
She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron.
And she held a bundle of them in hand.
Nobody bought anything of her the whole life long day.
No one gave her a single farthing.
She crippled alone trembling with cold and hunger.
A very picture of sorrow.
The poor little thing.
The flexible snow covered her long fair hair which fell in beautiful curls around her neck.
But after that, of course, she never once now thought
From all the windows the candles were gleaming
And it smelt so deliciously of the roast goose.
For you know it was new year's Eve.
Yes, of that she thought.
in a corner formed by two houses,
of which one advanced more than the other.
she seated herself down and cowered together.
A little feet she had drawn closed up to her.
when she grew colder and colder, and go home she did not adventure
for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money.
From her father she would certainlty get blows.
and at home it was cold,too.
for above her she had only the roof through which the wind whistled.
Even though the largest cracks stopped up with the straw and rags.
Her little hands were alomst numbed with cold.
Oh, her match might fault her world comfort
if she only dare take single one after the bungle
draw it to get the warm and warm her figers by it.
She drewn an out, whished~
how it blazed ! how it burned !
it was a warm bright flame like a candle
and she held her hands over it.
it was a wonderful light.
it seems rarely to the little maiden as she was sitting before a large iron stove
with burnish brass feet and brass onoment to top.
the fire burned with such blessed implements.
it warmed so delightfully.
the little girl has already streched out her feet to warm them too.
but the small flame went out.
the stove vanished.
she had only remained the burnt out match on hand.
she rubbed another to against the wall.
it burned brightly.And where the light fell on ther wall
then the wall became transparent like a veil.
so there she can see into the room.
on the table was spread snow white table cloth
upon it was splendid positive service
and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums.
And what was still more capital to be hold was the goose hopped down from the dish,
reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast,to the came up to the poor little girl
when the match went out.
and nothing but the cold damp wall was left behind.
she lighed another match.
now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree
It was still large and more decorated than the one she had seen though the glass door in the rich merchant's house.
Thousands of lights were burning on the great branches and gaily colored pictures
such as she had seen it in the shop windows looked down upin her.
the little maiden streched out her hand towards them
when the match went out.
the light of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher.
she saw them now as stars in heaven one fell down and formed a long trail of聽fire.
Someone is just stared', said the little girl
for her grandmother the only person who had loved her.
And it's now no more had told her
that when a star falls, a soul listens to god
She drew another match to get the warm
It was again light and the last there stood the old grandmother so bright and radiant, so miled
on the such an expression of love
Grand mother!' Cried the little one.
Oh take me with you. You go away when the match burns out.
You vanish like the warm stove like the delicious roast goose
and the magnificent Christmas tree.'
And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall.
For she wanted to quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her.
And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon day.
Never formally had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall.
She took the little maiden on her arm
and both flew in brightness and in joy, so high, so very high
and then above was neither cold nor hunger, nor anxiety,
they were with God,
but in the corner, in the cold hour of dawn sat the poor girl
with rosy cheeks and with smiling mouth
leaning against the wall,
frozen to death on the last evening of the old year.
Stephen stock sat the child there with her matches,
of which one bundle had been burnt
she wanted to warm herself, people said
no one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen,
no one even dreamed of the splendor in which
with her grandmother she had entered on the joy of a new year.
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