A little girl walks for sale matches in the dark on snowed. She loses her slipper. She was
very hungry and cold but can’t go home because she can’t sold any matches and her dad will
blow her out.
From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smell so deliciously of roast
goose, for you know it was New Year’s Eve. She draws a Match for get warm. In the light was
really she were sitting before a large stove, and then vanish when the flame when out. She drew
match again and she could see the roast goose. When the match went out and nothing was
there only the thick. She lighted another match, now she was sitting under the magnificent
Christmas tree, and then vanished again.
She drew another match, it was her grandmother. “Grandmother, take me with you! You
will go away when a match burns out. You will vanish” cried the little girl. She drew any matches
wanted to keep her grandmother here. Her grandmother took her on the hug and flew in
brightness and joy so high.
At the cold of dawn, the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, who was
death? With her matches, which had been burnt?