【文章內容簡介】 bly cold it was。 it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and eveningthe last evening of the this cold and darkness there went along thestreet a poor little girl,bareheaded,and with naked feet. When she left homeshe had slippers on, it is true。 but what was the good of that?They were verylarge slippers,which her mother had hitherto worn。so large were they。andthe poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street,because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.　　One slipper was nowhere to be found。 the other had been laid hold of by anurchin, and off he ran with it。he thought it would do capitally for a cradlewhen he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maidenwalked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle ofthem in her had bought anything of her the whole livelong day。noone had given her a single farthing.　　She crept along trembling with cold and hungera very picture of sorrow, thepoor little thing!The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curlsaround her neck。 but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From allthe windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roastgoose, for you know it was New Year’s Eve。 yes, of that she a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other,she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawnclose up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did notventure, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing ofmoney:from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was coldtoo, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled,even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.　　it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to thelittle maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, withburnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with suchblessed influence。 it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had alreadystretched out her feet to warm them too。 butthe small flame went out, thestove vanished:she had only the remains of the burntout match in her hand.　　She rubbed another against the wall:it burned brightly, and where the lightfell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that shecould see into the room. On the table was spread a snowwhite tablecloth。uponit was a splendid porcelain service,and the roast goose was steaming famouslywith its stuffing of apple and dried what was still more capital tobehold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floorwith knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl。whenthe match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was leftbehind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the mostmagnificent Christmas tree:it was still larger,and more decorated than theone which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant’s house.　　Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gailycoloredpictures, such as she had seen in the shopwindows, looked down upon little maiden stretched out her hands towards them whenthe match wentout. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher,she saw them nowas stars in heaven。 one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.　　”Someone is just dead!” said the little girl。 for her old grandmother, theonly person who had lovedher, and who was now no more, had told her, thatwhen a star falls, a soul ascends to drew another match against the wall:it was again light, and in the lustrethere stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with suchan expression of love.　　”Grandmother!” cried the little one. “Oh, take me with you! You go away whenthe match burnsout。you vanish like the warm stove,like the delicious roastgoose,and like the magnificent Christmas tree!”And she rubbed the wholebundle of matches quickly against the wall,for she wanted to be quite sure ofkeeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant lightthat it was brighter than at noonday:never formerly had th