how it blazed, how it burnt!
It was a warm, bright flame,, like a candle
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
but, the small flame went out, the stove vanished, she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.
the last evening of the year
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.
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.
a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!
and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve
for she had not sold any matches
and could not bring a farthing of money, from her father she would certainly get blows
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
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
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
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 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.
so bright and radiant
and with such an expression of love
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
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.