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The Little Match Girl

by Hans Christian Andersen

The Little Match Girl, also titled, the small Matchstick Girl is one among our favourite Fairy Tales. Published by Hans Christian Andersen in 1845, it exemplifies his broad literary talent and skill . I personally wish to read this story a minimum of twice a year, once in Autumn because the season comes into focus, then again round the Christmas holiday. it is a gentle reminder of the worth of compassion and charity. the small Match Girl Study Guide may be a resource for teachers and students.

An illustration for the story the small Match Girl by the author Hans Christian Andersen

Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. during this cold and darkness there went by the road a poor female child , bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it's true; but what was the great of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and therefore the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the road , due to two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.

One slipper was nowhere to be found; the opposite had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it might do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. therefore the little maiden walked on together with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she or he held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the entire livelong day; nobody had given her one farthing.

 

She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!

The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls round her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you recognize it had been New Year's Day Eve; yes, of that she thought.

In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced quite the opposite , she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn pack up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to travel home she didn't venture, for she had not sold any matches and will not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would definitely get blows, and reception it had been cold too, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, albeit the most important cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.

Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take one one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! it had been a warm, bright flame, sort of a candle, as she held her hands over it: it had been an exquisite light. It seemed really to the small maiden as if she were sitting before an outsized iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. the hearth burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. the small girl had already stretched her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.

She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the sunshine fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent sort of a veil, in order that she could see into the space . On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it had been a splendid porcelain service, and therefore the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the ground with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl; when--the match went out and zip but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the foremost magnificent Christmas tree: it had been still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door within the rich merchant's house.

 

Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, like she had seen within the shop-windows, looked down upon her. the small maiden stretched her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and better , she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed an extended trail of fireside .

"Someone is simply dead!" said the small girl; for her old grandmother, the sole one that had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.

She drew another match against the wall: it had been again light, and within the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of affection .

"Grandmother!" cried the small one. "Oh, take me with you! You get away when the match burns out; you vanish just like the warm stove, just like the delicious roast goose, and just like the magnificent Christmas tree!" and she or he rubbed the entire bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. and therefore the matches gave such an excellent light that it had been brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful then tall. She took the small maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.

But within the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the kid there together with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. nobody had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; nobody even dreamed of the splendor during which , together with her grandmother she had entered on the thrill of a replacement year.