The Little Match Girl

It was so terribly cold. It was snowing, and night was falling. It was the last night of the year:; it was snowing and night was falling; it was also the last night of the year, New Year’s Eve. In this cold and darkness, a poor little girl was out in the street with nothing on her head and nothing on her feet. True, she had been wearing open clogs when she left home—but what help was that! They had been far too big. Her mother had worn them before her, that was how big they were! The little girl had lost them while hurrying across the street as two carriages rushed past at a frightful speed.bare feet; she had admittedly had open clogs on when she left home, but what help was that! they had been far too big, her mother had last used them, they were that big, and the little girl lost them as she hurried across the street when two carriages rushed past at such a frightful speed: One clog could not be found. A boy ran off with the other, sayingone of the clogs couldn’t be found again, and the other a boy ran off with; he said he could use it as a cradle when he had children of his own.

There went the little girl on her small bare feet,she went, the little girl, on her bare small feet, they were red and blue with the cold. She carried a great many matches in an old apron and held one bundle in her hand. NoIn an old apron she carried a host of matches, and one bundle she held in her hand; no one had bought anything from her all day long. No, no one had given her a penny! She traipsed along, hungry and freezing cold, and looked so miserabledowntrodden, the poor dear! The snowflakes fell onto her long blond hair that curled so beautifully round the nape of her neck, but she wasn’t really thinking about such pretty thingsfripperies. The lit lamps shone out of all the windows, and a delicious smell of fried goose wafted through the street. It was New Year’s Eve. Yes, this waswindows and there was such a delicious smell of fried goose wafting through the street, for it was New Year’s Eve; yes, this is what she was thinking about!

She huddled in a corner between two houses, where one stuck further into the street than the other. She pulled her little legs up under her, but grew even colder. She did not dare go home: she had sold no matches and earned notIn a corner between two houses, one of them stuck further out into the street than the other, she tucked and huddled herself; she had pulled her small legs up under her, but she froze even more and didn’t dare think of making for home, she hadn’t sold any matches, not earned a single penny, and her father would beat her. Besides, it was cold at home too. They had only a roof over their heads,, besides which it was cold back home, all they had was a roof above their heads and the wind whistled in, even though they had stuffed straw and cloths into the largest cracks. Her small hands were almost completely dead with the cold. Ah! a lit match would be a good thing! If only she dared pull one out of the bundle, strike it against the wall and warm her fingers. She pulled one out. ‘Scrratch!’ How it flared, how it burnt! It gave, ‘scrratch!’, how it flared, how it burnt! it was a warm, clear gleam, like a little light when she cupped her hand around it. What; it was a strange light! The little girl thought she was sitting in front of a large iron stove with shiny brass balls and brass drums. Thedrums; the fire burnt so wonderfully and warmed her so well! But no—what was that? The little girl was already stretching out her feet to warm them too when the flame went out. The stove disappeared. She sat holding the, warmed her so well! no, what was that! – the little girl was already stretching her feet out to warm them too – when the flame went out, the stove disappeared – she was sitting with a small charred end of the burnt-out match in her hand.

She struck another match. It burnt and gleamed. Wherever the light fell, the wall became transparent, like thin gauze.Another one was struck, it burnt, it gleamed, and how the gleam fell on the wall, it became quite transparent, like gauze:Explanation: Gauze is a thin, light cloth that lets light through. The wall seems to become transparent like this fabric. She was looking straight into the living room. The table was covered with a dazzling white cloth and set with fine porcelain. There stood the roast goose,she was looking straight into the living room where the table was covered with a dazzling white cloth, with fine porcelain, and there the roast goose stood steaming wonderfully, stuffed full of prunes and apples! And, even more marvellously, the goose leapt from the dish and waddled across the floor with a knife and fork in its back. It came straight towards the poor girl. Then the match went out,and what was even more marvellous, the goose leapt from the dish, waddled across the floor with knife and fork in its back; straight over to the poor girl it came; then the match went out and all she could see was the thick, cold wall.

She lit another one. Now she was sitting under the loveliest of Christmas trees. Ittrees; it was even bigger and more richly decorated than the one she had seen through the rich merchant’s glass door last Christmas. Thousandsadorned than the one she had seen through the glass door of the rich merchant on what was now last Christmas; thousands of candles were burning on its green branches and many-coloured pictures, like those used to decorate shop windowsshop-windows, gazed down at her. The little girl stretched both her hands in the air – then the match went out. The: the many Christmas lights rose higher and higher. She saw that they were now bright stars. One fell, leaving a long streak of fire across, she saw they were now bright stars, one of them fell making a long streak of fire in the sky.

‘Now someone’s dying!’ the little girl said.said, Her grandmother had been the only person who was good to her, but she was dead now. She used to sayfor her grandmother, who was the only person who had been good to her, but who now was dead, had said: When a star falls, a soul goes up to God.

She struck another match against the wall. It lit up everything around her, and there, it lit up everything around, and in its gleam stood her old grandmother, so bright, so radiant, so mild and delightful.

‘Grandma!’ the little girl cried out. ‘Oh, take me with you, do! I know you’ll be gone when the match goes out; gone just like the warm stove, the lovely roast goose and the wonderful big Christmas tree!’ –  and she hurriedly struck all the remaining matches in the bundle. She wanted to keep her grandmother there as long as possible. The matches lit up everything with a glow, she wanted to keep grandmother there as long as possible; and the matches lit up everything with such a glow that it was brighter than broad daylight. Grandmother had never been so beautiful before, or so large. Sheso large; she lifted the little girl up on her arm and they flew, happy and bright, so high, so high. And there was no cold, no hunger, no fear – they were with God!

But in the cold morning, the little girl sat in the corner of the two houses, with red cheeks andcorner of the two houses in the cold morning sat the little girl with red cheeks, with a smile on her lips – dead, frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. New Year’s dawn rose over the small corpse sitting there with the matches. One bundle was almost entirelymatches, a bunch of which had almost been burnt. “She wanted to warm herself!” people said. NoShe wanted to warm herself! people said; no one knew the beautiful things she had seen, or the great light in which she and her old grandmotherin what a great gleam she, with her old grandmother, had entered the joys of the New Year!