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. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year’s Eve; yes, of that she thought. In an old apron that she wore were bundles of matches, and she carried a bundle also in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing. Parades: Disney's Fantillusion • Disney's Party Express • Dreaming Up! feet. When she looked for them, one was not to be found, and a boy seized the other and ran away with it, saying he would use it for a cradle some day, when he had children of his own. • Festival of Fantasy Parade • Jubilation! 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. So blessedly it burned that the little maiden stretched out her feet to warm them also. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but they were much too large for her feet—slippers that her mother had used till then, and the poor little girl lost them in running across the street when two carriages were passing terribly fast. No one imagined what sweet visions she had had, or how gloriously she had gone with her grandmother to enter upon the joys of a new year. The spirit of her grandmother carrying the matchgirl into the afterlife. Poor little girl! Restaurants: Fantasia Gelati Hundreds of wax tapers were burning on the green branches, and gay figures, such as she had seen in shop windows, looked down upon her. The classic sad fairy tale about a poor little match girl selling matches in the snow at Christmas. An emperor is fooled by two tailors, who pretend to make him... Storyberries © Copyright Protected 2015 -2020, Bedtime Stories, Fairy Tales and Poems for Kids. She lighted another match. 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. She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love. But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall — frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. The Dragon Keeper’s Guide — Introduction & Known Breeds, /masc: Conversations on Modern Masculinity, There’s Nothing like Tripping Through the Meadow with the Sun on Your Heels. “She wanted to warm herself,” people said. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant’s house. The short was intended to be one of the segments for the proposed but never completed Fantasia 2006. Video Games: Fantasia • Kingdom Hearts 3D: Dream Drop Distance • Disney Infinity • Fantasia: Music Evolved • Disney Emoji Blitz• Disney Sorcerer's Arena, Entertainment: Disney Classics: The Music & The Magic • Fantasmic! Family. She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other, she seated herself down and cowered together. When the Little Match Girl lights a match, she feels lovely feelings, and sees the warmth, food and happiness that people are experiencing inside the houses. “Rischt!” how it blazed, how it burnt! 2 in D Major". We would encourage parents to read beforehand  if your child is sensitive to such themes. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when — the match went out. In this cold and darkness there . She later uses all of her matches to make her happy. https://disney.fandom.com/wiki/The_Little_Matchgirl?oldid=4152691. The child stretched out her hands to them; then the match went out. Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and . She struck yet another match against the wall, and again it was light; and in the brightness there appeared before her the dear old grandmother, bright and radiant, yet sweet and mild, and happy as she had never looked on earth. The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. Why do you think she can see through walls when the match is lit? So at last she drew one out. Still the lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher. Short story by Hans Christian Andersen. THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL Hans Christian andersen . The story begins on a cold winter night in which the snow never stopped. “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. 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. But lo! Whisht! 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. Alas! If you saw the Little Match Girl on a snowy street, what are some things you might do to help her? It gave out a warm, bright flame like a little candle, as she held her hands over it. It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. 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; when — the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. Lights gleamed in every window, and there came to her the savory smell of roast goose, for it was New Year’s Eve. And now her little hands were nearly frozen with cold. She had drawn under her her little feet, but still she grew colder and colder; yet she dared not go home, for she had sold no matches and could not bring a penny of money. Illustrated by Cirodelia. Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold too, 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. It burned brightly, and where the light fell upon the wall it became transparent like a veil, so that she could see through it into the room. evening--the last evening of the year. Her grandmother had never looked so grand and beautiful. Shivering with cold and hunger she crept along, a perfect picture of misery. You, too, will vanish, like the warm stove, the splendid New Year’s feast, the beautiful Christmas tree.” And lest her grandmother should disappear, she rubbed the whole bundle of matches against the wall. a single match might do her good if she might only draw it from the bundle, rub it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. It is set to Alexander Borodin's "Nocturne from String Quartet No. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. Stiff and cold she sat, with the matches, one bundle of which was burned. 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. Do you think her family would have preferred her to come home without having sold any matches, or to stay outside in the snow? It really seemed to the little girl as if she sat before a great iron stove with polished brass feet and brass shovel and tongs. She took the little girl in her arms, and both flew together, joyously and gloriously, mounting higher and higher, far above the earth; and for them there was neither hunger, nor cold, nor care—they were with God. the flame went out, the stove vanished, and nothing remained but the little burned match in her hand. How it blazed and burned! I know you will go away when the match burns out. The Little Match Girl didn’t want to go back home without having sold any matches because she was scared that her father would be upset. And what was more delightful still, and wonderful, the goose jumped from the dish, with knife and fork still in its breast, and waddled along the floor straight to the little girl. Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening — the last evening of the year.

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