童话故事英文版：卖火柴的小女孩
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童话故事英文版：卖火柴的小女孩
lt was dreadfully 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 whilst she was
running
very fast across the road, to get out of the 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 quite 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 live long
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 thought
not
of her own beauty, or of the cold.
Lights were glimmering
through every
window, and the savor of roast goose reached
her from several
houses
；
it was New Year's
eve, and it was
of this that she
thought.
In a corner formed
by two houses, one of which projected
beyond the other. She sat down, drawing
her little feet close
under her, but in
vain, she could not warm them. She dared