卖火柴的小女孩原文(卖火柴的小女孩英文版全文

She rubbed another against the all: it burned brightly, and here the light

fell on the all, there the all became transparent like a veil, so that she

could see into the room. On the table as spread a sno-hite tablecloth; upon

it as a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose as steaming famously

ith its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And hat as still more capital to

behold as, the goose hopped don from the dish, reeled about on the floor

ith knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl;

hen--the match ent out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp all as left

behind. She lighted another match. No there she as sitting under the most

magnificent Christmas tree: it as still larger, and more decorated than the

one hich she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.

Thousands of lights ere burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored

pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-indos, looked don upon her.

The little maiden stretched out her hands toards them hen--the match ent

out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she sa them no

as stars in heaven; one fell don and formed a long trail of fire.

"Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the

only person ho had loved her, and ho as no no more, had told her, that

hen a star falls, a soul ascends to God.

She dre another match against the all: it as again light, and in the lustre

there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and ith such

an expression of love.

"Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me ith you! You go aay hen

the match burns out; you vanish like the arm stove, like the delicious roast

goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the hole

bundle of matches quickly against the all, for she anted to be quite sure of

keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light

that it as brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been

so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both

fle in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above as

neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they ere ith God.

But in the corner, at the cold hour of dan, sat the poor girl, ith rosy

cheeks and ith a smiling mouth, leaning against the all--frozen to death on

the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there ith her

matches, of hich one bundle had been burnt. "She anted to arm herself,"

people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of hat beautiful things she

had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in hich, ith her grandmother

she had entered on the joys of a ne year.