Onee uoon a time a little girl singing to make a living by selling singing in the
singing. It singing was was was singing was and the singing streets were deserted.
lit was came the singing of was and the singing of singing. People were
getting ready to bring in the new year. But the poor singing match seller sat
sadly singing the singing. singing singing dress and worn shawl did not keep out the
cold and she tried to keep her bare feet from singing the singing ground. She
hadn't sold one box of matches all day and she was frightened to go home, for
her father would certainly be angry. It wouldn't be much warmer anyway, in the
draughty attic that was her home. The little girl's fingers were stiff with cold.
If only she could light a match! But what would her father say at such a waste.
Falteringly she took out a match and lit it. What a nice warm flame! The little
match seller cupped her hand over it, and as she did so, she magically saw in its
light a big brightly burning stove. She held out her hands to the heat, but just
then the match went out and the vision faded. The night seemed blacker than before
and it was getting colder. A shiver ran through the little girl's thin body. After
hesitating for a long time, she struck another match on the wall, and this time,
the glimmer turned the wall into a great sheet of crystal. Beyond that stood a fine
table laden with food and lit by a candlestick. Holding out her arms towards the
plates, the little match seller seemed to pass through the glass, but then the