Fairy tale of the little girl who sells matches

It was freezing cold, snow was falling, and the curtain of night was gradually falling. It's the last night of the year – New Year's Eve. On this dark and cold night, a well-behaved little girl walked barefoot down the street. She still wears a pair of slippers when she leaves the house, but what's the use? It was a pair of big slippers—so big that they had always been worn by her mother. As she hurried across the road, two carriages sped by, frightening her into running away from her slippers. One she couldn't find, and the other was picked up by a boy and ran away. He said that in the future he will have children who can use it as a cradle.

Now the little girl had to walk barefoot. One little foot was frozen red and green. She carried many matches in her old apron and one in her hand. No one had bought her a match or given her a single penny that day.

Cute little girl! She was cold and hungry, and walked forward in a hurry. Snowflakes fell on her long blond hair—it curled over her shoulders and looked very beautiful. But she didn't pay attention to it, each of them shooting out light, and there was a smell of roast goose wafting from the street, because the New Year was coming—she couldn't forget it.

She sat down in the corner of a house, curled up on her legs. She felt colder. She didn't dare go home because she hadn't sold a match, she hadn't made a single buck, and Daddy would have beaten her. Besides, the house is as cold as the street. They had only one roof over their heads, and although the biggest crack had been blocked with grass and rags, the wind could still pour in.

One of her little hands was almost frozen. alas! Even a small match is good for her! Did she dare to draw one of the matches from the pile and burn it on the wall to warm her little hands? She finally pulled out one. Whew! The matches are lit and the flames are coming out! She wrapped her small hands around the flames. What a bright flame, like a tiny candle! What a strange fire! The little girl felt as if she were sitting in front of a big stove, which was filled with shiny copper feet and copper handles, burning vigorously, warm and drying, how comfortable! Alas, what's going on? As soon as she put her foot out to warm it up, the flames suddenly went out and the stove was gone. She sat there with only a burned matchstick in her hand.

She wiped another one, and the match lit up and shone brightly. The light fell on the wall, which suddenly became as transparent as tulle, and she could see everything in the room all the time: the table was covered with snow-white tablecloths with delicate plates and bowls, and the roast goose, whose stomach was filled with apples and plums, was bubbling with aroma. What was even more wonderful was that the goose jumped from the plate, with a knife and fork in its back, and walked on the ground with a big swing, all the way to the poor little girl. By this time, the matches were extinguished, and there was only a thick and cold wall in front of her.

She rubbed another match. This time, she sat under a beautiful Christmas tree. This Christmas tree was bigger and more beautiful than she had seen through the glass doors of wealthy merchants last Christmas. Thousands of bright candles were lit on the emerald branches, and many exquisite colored pictures, as beautiful as those hanging in the shop window, were blinking at her. The little girl held out her hand to Tu, and the match was extinguished again. I saw the candlelight of the Christmas tree rise higher and higher, and finally turn into a shining star in the sky. A star fell, creating a slender red light in the sky.

"There's someone who's dying," the little girl said. For when her grandmother, who only hurt her, was alive, she told her that when a star fell, a soul would go to God.

She burned another match on the wall. This time, the matches lit up all around, and Grandma appeared in the light, she was so gentle, so loving.

"Grandma!" The little girl cried out, "Ah! Please take me away, I know, as soon as the matches are extinguished, you will be gone, like the warm little stove, the fragrant roast goose, the beautiful Christmas tree, it will be gone! ”

So she quickly burned a large number of matches, because she desperately wanted to keep Grandma. A large handful of matches glowed intensely, shining brighter than during the day. Grandma had never been so tall and beautiful as she was now. Grandma picked up the little girl and held her in her arms. They flew away in light and joy, higher and higher, to a place where there was no cold, no hunger, no pain—they were with God.

The next morning, the little girl sat in the corner, her cheeks flushed and her lips smiling, and she was dead—frozen to death on the last day of the old year. The New Year's sun rose and shone on her tiny corpse. The little girl sat there, holding a handful of burned matchsticks in her hand.

She wanted to warm herself up. People say. No one knows: how beautiful things she once saw, how happy she once walked with her grandmother to the happiness of the New Year.

Growing up: Are we living in much better condition now than little girls who sell matches? We should cherish today's happy time and care for the people around us.