The girl struck another match which burned and glowed, and where the light fell on the wall it became transparent like gauze. She was sitting there with only a little burnt match-end in her hand. The fire was magnificent and gave out so much warmth! The child had just stretched her feet out to warm them, when the flame went out and the stove disappeared. But what a strange light! It seemed to the little girl as if she were sitting in front of a huge iron stove with polished brass knobs and gleaming pots and pans. Whoosh! How it sparkled! How it burned! It was a gentle warm flame, just like a little candle when she held her hand around it. Alighted match would at least do some good! Maybe she would dare to take just one out of the bundle, strike it against the wall, and warm her fingers!Īnd so she took one. Her little hands were almost dead with cold. They only lived in a little hut and the wind blew right through it, even though the biggest cracks had been stuffed with straw and rags. Her father would beat her and, besides, it would be cold at home as well. She grew colder and colder, but she did not dare to go home for she would have to take back all the matches, but not one penny. She sat down and tried to warm herself in a corner between two houses. All the little girl could think of was that it was New Year’s Eve.
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Lights were glittering from all the windows and there was a wonderful smell of roasting meat along the whole street. She was very hungry and very cold, and looked very frail. It had been a bad day for her no one had bought any matches and she had not earned a single penny.
She was carrying several matches in her old apron and was holding one bundle in her hand. The little girl wandered along in her bare feet which were blue with cold. One of the slippers was nowhere to be found, and the other was taken by a boy who intended to use it as a cradle when he had children of his own. They were so big that the little girl had lost them rushing to cross the street in between two carts. They were very big slippers that her mother had worn before her. She had, indeed, worn slippers when she left home, but they were not much use. Through the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl wandered in the street, with bare feet and no scarf for her head. It was the last night of the year, New Year’s Eve, and it was terribly cold! It was snowing, and soon it would be dark. Tell this story to your children, so they have deep sympathy for poor people and understand how it’s like to live in poverty. Even so, the story implanted a feeling of deep sorrow in my heart because she never gets the chance to experience joy in her childhood life.
The little girl had a happy ending as her sufferings finally come to an end and she was able to join her grandmother. The story of her life had touched my heart and I keep reading it to my children. I first read this story from’ A TREASURE OF FAIRY TALES ‘book. It has been adapted to various media including animated film, and a television musical.
The story is about a dying child’s dreams and hope, and was first published in 1845 and in Dansk Folkekalender Denmark for 1846. The Little Match Girl ( Danish: Den Lille Pige med Svovlstikkerne, meaning “The little girl with the matchsticks”) is a short story by Danish poet and author Hans Christian Andersen.
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