The little match girl

There was a little girl who bareheaded and with nothing on her feet, walk alone along the dark street. As she left home, she had worn slippers, which were the last thing her mother gave to her before she had died. That night was New Year's Eve and it was terribly cold and snowy.

However, they were too large so she had lost them when she crossed the street. So, she had to walk barefoot, her feet turned red first and then blue because of the coldness. Her old apron was full of patches. During the entire day, she had not sold anything, and no one had given her a penny. The poor girl, so cold and hungry.

All the windows were lit up and there was a wonderful smell of roast goose. When her kind grandmother was alive, her family celebrated the New Year's Eve at home happily together. Her family had run out of money so she had been forced to leave her lovely house. She now lived in a dark slum and had to listen to her father scolding every day.

She sat down in a corner. She drew her little feet up close to her but it became colder and her little hands were almost numb. She could not go home as she had not sold any matches or received any money, her dad would have beaten her. She dared to take one from the bundle of matches, and then she burned it. She stretched out her feet warm them but the flame went out, and then the fireplace disappeared too!