It was a Christmas night. Freezing, boiling had a cold. The sides of the coat was removed out of the way, wrap the scarf
and said: They were fast trot. Who was late home, hurry up, and instead was some fun.
Children are running, they were at the snow. They were the most pleasure out of the night. Laughter is the laugh, were screaming with joy.
There was only one child that came and were not aware of his past. A small girl child. Top of open patches in the clothes, the poor girl. Contracted in front of a door, was put under the bare feet. Was black and blue all of a tremble with cold. It was like sitting on the stone steps in the ice. Kiddy like the frozen, was cut a piece of ice.
Inside a large cardboard box, eyes looking to the next, matchbox had lived.
Yes, this was a match girl. Even sell a single box, failed to match that day. Can sell, earn a few cents, you get up and go to his house, with his mother at least include a bowl of soup was hot. I could not, because that day was never afraid to tell your mother can not sell matches. Cold, trembling from grief choked, thin voice, "The matches are the matches," he was shouting. None of the head turn from the street did not look ...
Ah leastways as slippers in the shoe if! A little bit ago, the streets around the streets, while a flying front of the car escaped, escaping, throwing the feet in the slippers had.
After passing to the opposite sidewalk, I look back and catch up the misery that a child''s slipper saw. Was called back, but the Cossack Cossack boy called out ironically was ironic. On top of a door that matches the girls have sought refuge in recession, was sitting there and curl.
Frozen fingers, began to tingle. The girl could not stand this pain, one of the boxes open and had a match. Fingers were numb, difficulty in the hands of the match was rubbish. Refuse to hand shaking of the quake was rubbing on the wall. Took more than a match flame, sweet, velvety, orange flames. Poor girl, to match the one hand to the other hand, was warm fingers. Interior was also warming up. Front of a stove was burning as if plash plash. His eyes stare into the flames, were branches of fall: A nice room, was sitting in front of a large quarry. Behind a thick woolen cardigan, fur slippers had on foot. Warming has even started to sweat ... Then extinguish matches happened. To extinguish a match, it was adjourned for sweet dreams. Girl''s fingers to freeze again, began to tingle.
Was closer to a match. During this time a cold wind was es. Girls would not extinguish a match, since the wall came from. The other hand was flame trench. While looking at the flames, it''s like the walls are melting, suddenly opened, inside was visible. There was a large room inside. A snowy white blanket spread on the table and plates were stacked plates of food. Sofra is burned in silver candelabra, the room was light as day. Girl''s eyes in the middle of the table, is put into a large bowl, such as crimson pomegranate roast goose was standing. Mouth was watering. There was right hand extended. Since coming to the end of a match since he was burned finger. Happened to find garbage at the girl. Launching with the new year delete table, his eyes in front of the stone wall was erected again. The third match was the creation of more falls: a summer night under a tree ... matches the girl sitting in the break, looking at stars. Though the hot night air. Gold in the soil, the day was warm from the sun, like a bakery on fire ... Young girls could not take your eyes of stars. Far away from the hoop the night birds, and frogs were squalls. Then a recording stars, the sky was removed by drawing on a wide spread, was extinguished. Girl: ''Here, one more dead'' was so coo. One day, a big mother said: Every one of the stars fall, the earth would die ... Great to see one more mother than a match was going down. Stiffen from the cold, the brain had stopped. He was aware that there is now in the middle of the street, was lost in dream world. Grandmother is still in a match flame, it was like hearing your voice. Now, the big mother was coming. Flaky like an angel in the profits was yağan ... Arrived, came ... Open arms, and hugged the grandson, was brought out to the heavens ...
The next morning, the road passing through the frozen remains of a house step daughter were found dead. Yan was the beginning of a lot of empty matchbox. To warm up the poor girl has all the matches were torched ... This matches what she dreams of seeing the flames did not know that.