安徒生童話15THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL賣(mài)火柴的小女孩

<p>[00:31.94]THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL<br /> [00:34.79]<br /> [00:35.01]Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening--<br /> [00:41.14]the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the<br /> [00:47.49]street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home<br /> [00:52.84]she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very<br /> [00:57.53]large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and<br /> [01:03.24]the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street,<br /> [01:07.27]because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.<br /> [01:11.09]<br /> [01:11.33]One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an<br /> [01:16.93]urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle<br /> [01:21.46]when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden<br /> [01:26.79]walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold.<br /> [01:31.64]She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of<br /> [01:36.80]them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no<br /> [01:42.13]one had given her a single farthing.<br /> [01:45.27]<br /> [01:45.54]She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the<br /> [01:51.84]poor little thing!<br /> [01:53.09]<br /> [01:53.30]The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls<br /> [01:58.79]around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all<br /> [02:03.12]the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast<br /> [02:09.22]goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.<br /> [02:14.84]<br /> [02:15.09]In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other,<br /> [02:21.30]she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn<br /> [02:25.72]close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not<br /> [02:31.30]venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of<br /> [02:36.12]money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold<br /> [02:41.40]too, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled,<br /> [02:46.35]even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.<br /> [02:50.74]<br /> [02:50.98]Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a<br /> [02:56.77]world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw<br /> [03:01.51]it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!"<br /> [03:06.72]how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as<br /> [03:12.53]she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the<br /> [03:16.95]little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with<br /> [03:21.62]burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such<br /> [03:26.84]blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already<br /> [03:31.67]stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the<br /> [03:37.22]stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.<br /> [03:41.83]<br /> [03:42.07]She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light<br /> [03:47.23]fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she<br /> [03:52.37]could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon<br /> [03:57.38]it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously<br /> [04:03.35]with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to<br /> [04:08.26]behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor<br /> [04:13.33]with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl;<br /> [04:17.36]when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left<br /> [04:22.71]behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most<br /> [04:28.00]magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the<br /> [04:33.81]one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.<br /> [04:38.45]<br /> [04:38.66]Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored<br /> [04:42.77]pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her.<br /> [04:47.17]The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went<br /> [04:51.76]out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now<br /> [04:57.67]as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.<br /> [05:03.25]<br /> [05:03.49]"Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the<br /> [05:09.05]only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that<br /> [05:14.32]when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.<br /> [05:17.39]<br /> [05:17.64]She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustre<br /> [05:23.46]there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such<br /> [05:28.95]an expression of love.<br /> [05:31.14]<br /> [05:31.36]"Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away when<br /> [05:36.82]the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast<br /> [05:41.46]goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the whole<br /> [05:46.68]bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of<br /> [05:50.98]keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light<br /> [05:55.49]that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been<br /> [06:00.58]so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both<br /> [06:05.54]flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was<br /> [06:12.82]neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.<br /> [06:19.28]<br /> [06:19.52]But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy<br /> [06:26.05]cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on<br /> [06:30.98]the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her<br /> [06:36.95]matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself,"<br /> [06:41.78]people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she<br /> [06:47.41]had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother<br /> [06:53.27]she had entered on the joys of a new year.<br /> [06:57.28]</p>

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