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New Year's Eve, it's cold. a poor little match-seller, motherless, bare-headed, barefoot, hungry, groping in the dark. I haven't sold any matches all day...)

The windows of every house were brightly lit, and the street reeked of roast goose. It's not New Year's Eve! I recall the old years, when my kind grandmother was still alive, I also enjoyed New Year's Eve at home. But Death came to take her grandmother away, her fortune was destroyed, and her family had to leave the lovely house surrounded by ivy, where she had lived her warm days, to huddle in a corner. dark, always listening to taunts and curses.

She sat nestled in a corner, between two houses, one built back a little.

I pulled my legs into my body, but each time I felt colder and colder.

However, she could not go home without selling a few matchboxes, or no one giving her a dime; I'm sure my father will beat me.

Besides, it's cold at home. The father and son lived in the attic near the roof, and although they had stuffed rags in the large cracks in the wall, the wind was still whistling inside. At this point, my hands were stiff.

Rub! Wouldn't it be nice to light a match to warm up the cold? If only I could pull out a match and strike the wall with my finger? Finally, I took the risk of flicking a stick.

Fire matches are very sensitive. The flame was blue at first, gradually fading away, white, glowing pink around the stick, bright and pleasing to the eye.


 
I put my hands on the match that was as bright as embers. Rub! What a strange light! I thought I was sitting in front of an iron fireplace with shiny bronze reliefs. In the furnace, the fire was pleasing to the eye and gave off a gentle heat.

It's so comfortable! Your hands are above the fire; Match in hand, thumb burning hot. Rub! When the snow covered the ground and the north wind blew, how nice it was to sit for hours like that, on a cold winter's night, in front of a fireplace!

I just stretched out my legs to heat, when the fire went out, the heater disappeared. I sat there, my hand holding a dead match. I was completely devastated and suddenly thought that my father had assigned me to sell matches. When I go home tonight, I will be scolded by my father.

I lit the second match, and it burned and lit up. The wall turns into a curtain of colored fabric. I see right into the house. The table was set, the tablecloth was pure white, the table was covered with precious porcelain dishes, and there was even a roast goose. But the most amazing thing was that the goose jumped out of the plate and, carrying a knife and a fork in his back, walked towards the baby.

Then... the match went out; In front of me are only thick and cold walls.

Reality has replaced fantasy; There were no sumptuous dining tables, but only deserted streets, freezing cold, snow-covered whites, northerly winds, and warmly dressed passers-by hurrying to their rendezvous places, completely indifferent to the poverty of the child selling matches.

I lit the third match. Suddenly, a Christmas tree appeared. This tree is larger and more ornate than the one I saw last year through the window of a rich merchant. Thousands of bright lights, twinkling on verdant branches and many colorful pictures like those displayed in store shelves appeared before the baby's eyes. I reached for the tree... but the match went out. all the candles rose, rose forever and turned into stars in the sky.

"Somebody must have just died," said the little boy, "for my grandmother, the only gentle one to me, long dead, used to say: "When a star changes its throne, there is a soul." fly to the sky with God".


 
She struck another match against the wall, a blue light appeared around her and the baby could clearly see her grandmother smiling at her.

- Grandma! Baby cried, let me go! I know that when a match goes out, you will disappear like the fireplace, roast goose and Christmas tree before, but please don't leave me here; Before, when she did not return to the Most Merciful God, our grandchildren were so happy! Grandma used to tell me back then that if I'm obedient, I'll see you again, Grandma! I begged her, she begged God to let me come back to her. Surely He will not refuse.

The match went out, and the glowing illusion on the baby's face also disappeared.

So I lit all the matches left in the bag. I want to hold her back! Matched matches shine like daylight. I have never seen her so big and beautiful.

The old woman took her brother's hand, and then the two of them flew high and high, no longer hungry, cold, and sad, no longer threatening them. they have come to worship God.

The next morning, the ground was still covered with snow, but the sun rose, clear, bright in the pale blue sky. Everyone happily left the house.

On that cold morning, in a corner of the wall, one saw a little girl with rosy cheeks and smiling lips. I died of the cold on New Year's Eve.

On the first day of the new year appeared on the body of a baby sitting among the matches, including one that had been completely burned. Everyone said to each other: "He must have wanted to keep warm!", but no one knew the miracles I saw

tóm tắt

On the cold New Year's Eve, a little girl with bare head, bare feet, hungry but had to sell matches. That little girl lost her mother and even her grandmother - the person who loved her the most, passed away. I did not dare to go home because I was afraid that my father would beat me. Cold and hungry, the little girl huddled in a corner of the wall and lightly lit a match to warm herself up. The first match gave me a warm feeling like sitting by the fireplace. I quickly lit the second match, and a sumptuous table appeared. On the third match, there was a Christmas tree. The fourth match was lit, this time the grandmother with a gentle face appeared. Those illusions quickly dissipated after the match was extinguished. I quickly lit up all the matches to hold my grandmother back. In the end, the little match girl died of cold on the cold New Year's Eve.