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The Little Match Girl by daniellek The Little Match Girl by daniellek
:star: a detail shot of the girl: [link] :star:

The little match girl
By: Hans Christian Andersen

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was walking through the streets. Of course when she had left her house she'd had slippers on, but what good had they been? They were very big slippers, way too big for her, for they belonged to her mother. The little girl had lost them running across the road, where two carriages had rattled by terribly fast. One slipper she'd not been able to find again and a boy had run off with the other, saying he could use it very well as a cradle some day when he had children of his own. And so the little girl walked on her naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried several packages of matches, and she held a box of them in her hand. No one had bought any from her all day long, and no one had given her a cent.

Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along, a picture of misery, poor little girl! The snowflakes fell on her long fair hair, which hung in pretty curls over her neck. In all the windows lights were shining, and there was a wonderful smell of roast goose, for it was New Year's eve. Yes, she thought of that!

In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected farther out into the street than the other, she sat down and drew up her little feet under her. She was getting colder and colder, but did not dare to go home, for she had sold no matches, nor earned a single cent, and her father would surely beat her. Besides, it was cold at home, for they had nothing over them but a roof through which the wind whistled even though the biggest cracks had been stuffed with straw and rags.

Her hands were almost dead with cold. Oh, how much one little match might warm her! If she could only take one from the box and rub it against the wall and warm her hands. She drew one out. R-r-ratch! How it sputtered and burned! It made a warm, bright flame, like a little candle, as she held her hands over it; but it gave a strange light! It really seemed to the little girl as if she were sitting before a great iron stove with shining brass knobs and a brass cover. How wonderfully the fire burned! How comfortable it was! The youngster stretched out her feet to warm them too; then the little flame went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the burnt match in her hand.

She struck another match against the wall. It burned brightly, and when the light fell upon the wall it became transparent like a thin veil, and she could see through it into a room. On the table a snow-white cloth was spread, and on it stood a shining dinner service. The roast goose steamed gloriously, stuffed with apples and prunes. And what was still better, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled along the floor with a knife and fork in its breast, right over to the little girl. Then the match went out, and she could see only the thick, cold wall. She lighted another match. Then she was sitting under the most beautiful Christmas tree. It was much larger and much more beautiful than the one she had seen last Christmas through the glass door at the rich merchant's home. Thousands of candles burned on the green branches, and colored pictures like those in the printshops looked down at her. The little girl reached both her hands toward them. Then the match went out. But the Christmas lights mounted higher. She saw them now as bright stars in the sky. One of them fell down, forming a long line of fire.

"Now someone is dying," thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star fell down a soul went up to God.

She rubbed another match against the wall. It became bright again, and in the glow the old grandmother stood clear and shining, kind and lovely.

"Grandmother!" cried the child. "Oh, take me with you! I know you will disappear when the match is burned out. You will vanish like the warm stove, the wonderful roast goose and the beautiful big Christmas tree!"

And she quickly struck the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother with her. And the matches burned with such a glow that it became brighter than daylight. Grandmother had never been so grand and beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and both of them flew in brightness and joy above the earth, very, very high, and up there was neither cold, nor hunger, nor fear-they were with God.

But in the corner, leaning against the wall, sat the little girl with red cheeks and smiling mouth, frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. The New Year's sun rose upon a little pathetic figure. The child sat there, stiff and cold, holding the matches, of which one bundle was almost burned.

"She wanted to warm herself," the people said. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, and how happily she had gone with her old grandmother into the bright New Year.






An entry for the wonderful Solidarity Contest: [link] held by the lovely :iconkaremelancholia:

I know of this story from my childhood. I had a tape of the ballet of the story and I was always touched by it... that a little girl like had died in a pretty horrible way.

sad thing is that something like that isn't just a story... I didn't hear of a child frozen to death while working, but I have heard of children in danger because of their jobs... cases where they had to work to survive or help their families... millions over millions of children around the world, in every country.

Since the first thing I thought of when I saw this contest was this story I couldn't help but draw it. And also search a bit about working children. And I got to this site pretty quickly which seemed to have a great cause so i had to include it with this picture. It has a way to prevent cases like this or so very different in the details but can sadly lead to the same result from happening. [link]
If you can take a look at all the site.

"the founders of the Movement identified 12 priority rights for the struggle against exploitation and the worst forms of child labour, and set up a programme for the promotion of these rights. Among them are; The right to be taught a trade, The right to stay in the village (not to migrate), The right to light and limited work, The right to play, The right to learn to read and write and The right to self expression and to form organizations"........"The Movement is made of local groups, national associations and a regional commission. They work together to strengthen solidarity and win respect from local populations and government."

So! some stock was used:
wall 1:[link]
wall 2: [link]
lamp: [link]
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DJdonnie Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Student Digital Artist
ive seen this clip it mas beautiful
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Spankcindy Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2013
Ditto everything I said before...


with emoticon.
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Spankcindy Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2013
This just might be the saddest
fairy tale I ever heard or read.
There are rags without riches.
Poverty without wicked stepsisters
to blame for it.
Suffering, with no prince
to comfort her.
No reward for obedience.
The poor girl just dies from abuse
and neglect.
No mice, nor fairy godmother,
nor magic tree.
Just one, last, sweet dream.
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Silversugar444 Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
.....this book made me cry.....this was a sad but touching story! very nice picture too
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dhxjcrd Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
I love that story, and I am proud to be a Danish person. Maybe I'm in family with H. C. Andersen? You can never know, lol.
It's the only "fairytale" or story which end so sadly. I used to cry by hearing it when I was smaller.
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ShellBelle92 Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2013
The Little Mermaid was also written by HCA, and that ended pretty sadly as well.
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dhxjcrd Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2013
Yeah, you got a point. Everyone just seem to think that it doesn't count, because of the sugar-happy disney movie.
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ShellBelle92 Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2013
very true
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TheHartOfEclipse Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
i loved (and still love) the story :heart:
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AislinnTysja Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2011
It's my favourite fairy Tale and the picture is magnificent!
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