had, indeed, shoes when he left home, but had not served much time. They were huge slippers that her mother had used: so great, that she lost them rushing across the street to avoid the pisasen the carriages that were in opposite directions.
She walked, then, with bare little feet, which were red and cold blue, carried in her apron, which was very old, a few dozen boxes of matches and was holding one of them sample. It was very bad day: no buyer had been presented, and therefore she had not earned a penny. He was very hungry, very cold and very miserable appearance. Poor girl! Snowflakes settled on his long blond hair that fell in beautiful curls on the neck, but did not think her hair. Budge saw lights through the windows, the smell of roasting was perceived by all parties. It was on Christmas Eve, and on this holiday I thought the unhappy girl.
He sat in a square, and huddled in a corner between two houses. The cold took hold of her and numbed their members, but did not dare to come to your home, returned with all matches and without a single currency. His stepmother ill-treated, and also at home was also very cold. They lived under the roof and the wind was there with fury, but the biggest openings had been covered with straw and rags. Her little hands were almost stiff with cold. Ah! How much pleasure would cause a Cerillita hot! If you dare to take a single box, to rub it on the wall and warm her fingers He took one. Rich! As lighting and how it burned! Gave off a flame clear and warm like a candle when the put his hand. What beautiful light! I thought the girl who sat in a large iron fireplace, adorned with beads and covered with a layer of shiny brass. Fire burned there a way so beautiful! Heat as well!
But all ends in the world. The girl extended her little feet to warm them too; over the flame went out: no longer the girl he had in hand more than a bit of wax. She rubbed another that burned and shone like the first, and where the light fell upon the wall, it became as transparent as gauze. The girl believed see a room where the table was covered with a white cloth resplendent with fine china, and on which a roasted turkey stuffed with truffles and exhaled a delicious perfume. Oh surprise! Oh joy! Suddenly he had the illusion that the bird leaped from his bowl on the floor with knife and fork stuck in the breast, and rolled up to her little feet. But the second match went out, and did not see before it more than the cold and impenetrable wall.
lit a match again. Believed then be seated near a magnificent born was richer and greater than all he had seen in those days in the shop window of the richest merchants. Thousand lights were burning in the seedlings, the shepherds and shepherdesses seemed to move and smile at the girl. This, enraptured, then raised both hands, and the match went. All the lights of birth rose, and then realized that they were only stars. One of them happened by drawing a line of fire in the sky.
This means that someone is dead, "thought the girl, because her grandmother, who was the only one who had been good for her, but that no longer existed, had said many times:" When you drop a star is a soul rises to the throne of God. "
Grandmother - cried the girl Take me with you! When you blow out the match, I know very well that no longer see you again! Disappear as iron fireplace, as the bird roasts and as the beautiful birth!
After dared to rub the rest of the box, because I wanted to preserve the illusion that she saw her grandmother, and matches spread vivid clarity. Grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the girl under his arm, and both rose through the light to a place so high that there was not cold, nor hunger felt, not sadness to the throne of God.
When the new day arrived the girl was still sitting between the two houses, with red cheeks and smiling. Dead, dead cold on Christmas Eve! The sun shone at that tender be sitting there with boxes of matches, one of which had burned completely.
He wanted to warm the poor thing - somebody said. But
no one knew the beautiful things he had seen, even in the midst of what had gone glow with his elderly grandmother in the kingdom of heaven.
; ; ; Hans Christian Andersen
these small, very attentive to the story told by his teacher ...
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