“The Little Match-girl ” story One of the morals, or lessons, of “The Little Match-girl ” by Hans Christian Andersen is to behave charitably toward those less fortunate. Despite her dire circumstances, the little girl dreams of warmth and food as she tries to earn money for her family.
The Little Match-girl
It was terribly cold and nearly dark on the last evening of the old year, and the snow
was falling fast in the cold and the darkness, a poor little girl with a bare head and
naked feet roamed through the streets; it is true she had on a pair of slippers when
she left home, but they were not of much use; they were very large, so large
indeed that they had belonged to her mother, and the poor little creature had lost them
in the running across the street to avoid two carriages that were rolling along at a
terrible rate, one of the slippers she could not find, and the boy seized upon the other
and ran away with it, saying that he could use it as a cradle when he had children
of his own.
The little girl went on with her little naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the
cold, in an old apron she carried a number of matches and had a bundle of them in her
hands; no one had bought anything of her the whole day, nor had anyone given her
even a penny; shivering with the cold and hunger, she crept along, poor little child,
she looked the picture of misery.
The snowflakes fell on her long fair hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but she
regarded them not, lights were shining from every window, and there was a savory
smell of roast goose, for it was New Year’s Eve, yes, she remembered that.
In a corner between two houses, one of which projected beyond the other, she sank
and huddled herself together, she had drawn her little feet under her, but she could not
keep off the cold, and she dared not go home for she had sold no matches that could
not take home even a penny of money her father would certainly beat her beside
it was almost as cold at home as here, for they had only a roof to cover them through
which the wind hound, although the giant holes had been stopped up with straw and
rags, her little hands were almost frozen with the cold, perhaps a burning match might
be some good if she could draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall
to warm her fingers; she drew out one scratch how it sputtered as it burned it gave
a warm, bright light like a little candle as she held her hand over it; it was really a
wonderful light it seemed to the little girl that she was sitting by a large iron stove with
polished brass feet and a brass ornament, how the fire burned and seemed so
beautifully warm that the child stretched out her feet as if to warm them when lo
the flame of the match went out the stove vanished as she had only the remains
of a half-burnt match in her hand, she rubbed another match on the wall, it burst into a
flame and where its light fell upon the wall; it became as transparent as a veil as she
could see into the room the table was covered with a snowy white tablecloth on which
stood a splendid dinner service and a steaming roast goose stuffed with apples and
dried plums and what was still more wonderful but goose jumped down from the dish
and waddled across the floor with a knife and fork in its breast to the little girl, then
the match went out, and there remained nothing but the thick, damp cold wall
before her.
She lighted another match, and then she found herself sitting under a beautiful
Christmas tree. It was larger and more beautifully decorated than the one she had
seen through the glass door at the merchants, thousands of tapers were burning
upon the green branches and colored pictures like those she had seen in the show
windows looked down upon it all the little ones stretched out her hand towards them
and the match went out.
The Christmas lights rose higher and higher till they looked to her like the stars
in the sky, then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire
“someone is dying,” thought the little girl for her old grandmother, the only one who
had ever loved her and who was now dead had told her that when a star Falls a soul
was going up to God, she again rubbed a match on the wall. The light shone around
her in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining yet mild and loving
in her appearance “grandmother!” cried the little one.
“Oh, take me with you. I know you will go away when the match burns out. You vanish
like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large glorious Christmas tree”,
and she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her
grandmother there. The matches glowed with a light that was brighter than
the noonday, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful.
She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far
above the earth where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were
with God.
In the dawn of morning, there lay the poor little one with pale cheeks and smiling
mouth leaning against the wall. She had been frozen to death on the last evening
of the year, and the New Year’s Sun rose and shone upon a little corpse.
The child still sat in the stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle
of which was burnt, “she tried to warm herself,” said some. No one imagined what
beautiful things she had seen nor into what glory she had entered with a grandmother
on New Year’s Day!.😒
The End
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