The winter raging outside was bitter and harsh, the air full of giant fluttering snowflakes, the sky slowly
Well, almost everyone. A little girl with few
As she hurried through the freshly fallen snow, her feet, already soaking wet after taking a few steps, kept sinking into the white powder and the slippers kept slipping and slipping until, one by one, she lost them both. She knew her mother would be angry with her.
The girl didn’t stop and continued barefoot through the cold snow. Her frostbitten feet were slowly turning from red to blue and her whole body was numb with cold. She shivered and shook, walking forward through the cold wind blowing snow swirls around her.
She carefully carried a huge bunch of matches in a pocket of her loose skirt and held a full matchbox in one of her hands. She usually sold matches in the town every day, but today she was out of luck. No one had bought a single match from her. Not even the kindly neighbour from down the alley.
Hungry and freezing and desperate, she kept roaming the streets of the lit-up town, hoping to come across someone who would buy at least a single match. Just one would make all of the difference.
The snow was heavier and heavier and the fat snowflakes settled on the little girl’s long
She could hear festive
The weather was getting worse still, ice cold wind blowing stronger
Luckily, it was under a roof and there wasn’t much snow. She tucked the matchbox into her skirt and blew on her hands. Her feet tingled from the bitter cold. She pressed her legs together and curled up to warm up a bit.
Not having sold or earned anything, she dared not go back home, knowing she wouldn’t escape her father’s beating or her mother’s crying. Besides, she wouldn’t get much warmer at home either.
It had been a while since they had had any wood to make a fire with and the attic room where she lived with her mother and father had holes and cracks in the roof through which the wind blew in, bringing cold air. She’d tried to push old newspapers to plug the holes, but they flew away. Nothing worked to keep out the cold.
The girl sat on the cold wall, hands almost frozen stiff. Oh, how nice it would be to light a match and feel just a tiny bit of warmth. Just one... If only she could take one match and warm her hands above the flame... If only she could muster the courage to set one on fire...
In that harsh weather, at that moment, she really had no choice. She took a single match and struck it against the wall
She quickly cupped her fingers as close as she could to the bright flicker to warm them up, gazing at the tiny light as if it were a small miracle. Suddenly, she started dreaming and in this dream she was sitting right in front of a giant tiled stove the color of cornflowers, radiating pleasant heat, feeling bliss and
But when she wanted to warm her legs, too, all of a sudden, the flame
So she took a second match out of her skirt, and when she struck it, it flamed up with another bright glow right away.
This time, the girl dreamt of a large room with a festive table. The beautiful and pristine white tablecloth was set with white porcelain plates and the room was filled with the fresh-out-of-the-oven smell of crispy roast goose.
All of a sudden, the goose sprang to its feet, a fork and knife still in its back, and started jumping across the floor right towards the poor girl. Then the second match burned out. Instead of a room with a festive dinner afoot, there was a cold white wall in front of her again. She wondered what had happened to the goose?
She struck another match right away and saw herself sitting under the most beautiful Christmas tree she had ever seen. It was tall with marvellous ornaments all over it. There were tiny golden bells that gently tinkled
The girl tried to reach up for the bells, but the third match burned out and she realized that the lights were in fact stars twinkling in the cleared up dark sky. Then she saw a shooting star with a golden tail trailing behind it with sparks like matches.
“Someone has just died,” said the girl to herself softly with a sadness in her voice. She knew this from her grandma, the only person, who had ever been kind and nice to her. Sadly, she’d died a long, long time ago.
“A star falling from the sky means there is a good soul going up to heaven,” her grandmother used to say.
The freezing girl lit up another match. Suddenly, her beloved grandmother appeared right
“Grandma,” called the girl, “please, take me with you! You will surely disappear when my match burns out, just like the tiled stove, the dinner table and the Christmas tree.” Then she quickly lit all of the remaining matches to keep her grandmother by her side for as long as possible.
The matches burned so brightly it almost looked like the night had already turned into a new day and the girl thought she could hear Christmas
After some time, she took the little girl’s cold hand and they both started rising up, up, up in the air. And suddenly, the cold, the hunger and the fear – all of that just vanished up in smoke. It was gone, and only peace was left in its wake.
A few hours later, a little girl in scraps without shoes and with rosy cheeks, with a smile on her face, was found sitting on a wall in the freezing cold morning. She sat there motionless, still holding the tiny matchbox in her little hand, frozen to death with burned matches lying in the snow below.
“She wanted to get warm, poor thing,” the passers-by said when they
They didn’t know, though, what a small spark of warmth could give a poor little girl alone in the snow. They didn’t know what beautiful and amazing things she’d seen right before she left this world. And they didn’t know she had happily joined her grandmother in heaven, surrounded by love.
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