The Little Match-Girl
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adfully cold; it was snowing fast, and almost dark; the evening- the last evening of the old year- was drawing in. But, cold and dark as it was, a poor little girl, with bare head and feet, was still wandering about the streets.
When she left her home she had slippers on, but they were much too large for her- indeed, properly, they belonged to her mother- and had dropped off her feet while she was running very fast across the road, to get out of th
e way of two carriages. One of the slippers was not to be found; the other had been snatched up by a little boy, who ran off with it, thinking it might serve him as a doll's cradle.
So the little
girl now walked on, her bare feet red and blue with the cold. She carried a small bundle of matches in her hand, and a good many more in her tattered apron. No one had bought any of them the livelong day- no one had
given her a single penny. Trembling with cold and hunger crept she on, the picture of sorrow- poor little child!
The snow-flakes fell on her long fair hair, which curled in such pretty ringlets over her shoulders; but she did not think of her own beauty, or of the cold. Lights were glimmering through every window, and the savour of roast goose reached her from several houses; it was New Year's Eve, and it was of this that she t
所以，现在小女孩只得赤脚继续走着，双脚已被冻得红肿发紫。 她手中握着一把火柴；而她的破围巾，里也还有好多火柴。 在漫长的一天当中，没有任何人向她买火柴，也没有人给她一个钱币。 她又冷又饿，瑟缩着身体，继续向前走，这个画面真让人觉得悲哀──可怜的小孩子！