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The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen by Mind Map: The Little Match Girl
by Hans Christian
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The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen

She drew one out.


how it blazed, how it burnt!

It was a warm, bright flame,, like a candle

as she held her hands over it

it was a wonderful light, It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove,, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top

The fire burned with such blessed influence, it warmed so delightfully

The little girl had already stretched out 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.

Most terribly cold it was

It snowed

and was nearly quite dark

and evening

the last evening of the year

In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl


and with naked feet, When she left home she had slippers on, it is true, but what was the good of that?, They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn, so large were they, and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.

So the little maiden walked on 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 held a bundle of them in her hand, Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day, no one had given her a single farthing.

She crept along trembling with cold and hunger

a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!

From all the windows the candles were gleaming

and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve

In a corner formed by two houses, she seated herself down

and cowered together

she grew colder and colder

but to go home she did not venture

for she had not sold any matches

and could not bring a farthing of money, from her father she would certainly get blows

and at home it was cold too

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

Her little hands were almost numbed with cold

Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it

She rubbed another against the wall

it burned brightly

and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil

so that she could see into the room, On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth, upon it was a splendid porcelain service,, and 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 floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl

when the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind

She lighted another match.

Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree

it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house., Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her.

The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when

the match went out, The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as 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, the only person who 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 was again light

and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother

so bright and radiant

so mild

and with such an expression of love

"Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!"

And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her, And the matches gave such a brilliant light, that it was 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 flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was, neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety, they were with God

But in 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 child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt, "She wanted to warm herself," people said, No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen, no one even dreamed of the splendor, in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.