Top 10 essays analyzing the story “The Little Match Girl” by Andersen the best

Andersen, a writer, is probably no stranger to many people. This is a Danish writer with short stories and children’s stories associated with each person’s childhood. He was born into a poor family. It is from poverty with efforts to rise. Along with his talent for writing, he has produced extremely unique stories.

In which, the short story “The Little Match Girl” can be said to be a work of his life. This is a work about the unfortunate fate of a poor girl in contemporary capitalist society. The work also exudes profound human values.

A work with a clear layout consists of three main parts. The first part talks about the difficult situation of the girl selling matches. The second part is about the times of striking matches with images appearing in the girl’s imagination. The third part is about the tragic death of a little match girl on a cold winter night.

On New Year’s Eve, the children were supposed to be reunited with their families. With parents to welcome a new year with many good wishes, with moments of happiness. But not in that cold weather alone, the “little girl who sold matches” without a father, mother, or loved one was still barefoot, in a thin torn skirt, hungry stomach still groping in the dark. .

Surrounded by the warm air of the windows, all the houses are brightly lit and the smell of roasted goose is fragrant. The images are reminiscent of the old days when celebrating New Year’s Eve with grandma in a lovely house surrounded by ivy. Here the author has used contrasting method to highlight the very poor situation of the little girl.

I am cold and perhaps even colder when I see all the houses with lights on. Nothing good awaits her but a dark, cold corner. The scolding of the father was rude and harsh. The happy New Year’s Eve celebrations with grandmother and mother are in the past. Disaster has torn her family apart.

In the middle of the cold New Year’s Eve, the little girl was alone with a basket of matches. When I sat nestled against the wall, that was when the burning desire flared up in that little heart. My hands are stiff with the cold I wish I could be warmed by a match and finally I take a risk and light a match. The fire match is very sensitive to the flame at first green, gradually disappearing, white, glowing pink around the wooden stick, bright and pleasing to the eye. It was so comforting her hands were on fire, with a hot thumb match in her hand.

I had just stretched out my legs when the fire went out, the fireplace disappeared, and I sat there watching the match go out. I was completely devastated and thought that my father had given me to sell matches tonight and I would be scolded when I came home. I lit the second match, the match burned and lit up, the wall seemed to turn into a wall of colored fabric.

I see right into the house, the table is already set, the tablecloth is pure white. The table was full of precious porcelain plates and there was even a roast goose, but the strange thing was that the goose jumped out of the plate and brought a knife, towards her. Sadly those images only appear for a moment when the fire goes out around her is a pitch black darkness. Only the cold mists of the night remained, the hunger was exhausted and scarier than the loneliness that no one shared.

Didn’t sell any matches, it was still cold. But optimism remained in her, and the rich fantasies in her child’s mind arose. I wish I had a Christmas tree. And I lit the third match and a Christmas tree decorated with thousands of bright candles came into my mind.

And I lit another match and saw a warm blue light radiating around, my grandmother appeared smiling at me and I shouted “let me go”. By the time the match went out, everything was dark and cold again.

The end of the story is the contrast between the happy life scene and the tragic death of the little match girl. The next morning snow covered the ground. But the sun rose, clear, bright in the blue sky, people still happily left the house. On that cold morning in a corner one saw a little girl with rosy cheeks and smiling lips who died of the cold on New Year’s Eve.

In that grim capitalist society, there is no room for love between strangers. Society seems to be an indifference to tragic fates. The little match girl was one of the poor people of that society. Only when her death happened did people notice that a barefoot girl who sold matches in the night had passed away in the cold dark night with many bitterness. And the reader could not hold back the tears.

There are still scenes of unhappy childhoods, anywhere on earth. Scenes of orphans, or losing a father or mother, are not only found in ancient stories but are also incorporated into modern literature. Right in the 8th grade Literature program, we know the unhappiness of the little boy Hong in Childhood Days (excerpt from In the Mother’s womb), now we meet another unhappy life scene in Denmark in the story. Andesen’s little girl sells matches to sympathize with her beautiful dreams, and mourns her death from the cold on New Year’s Eve.

The story is about New Year’s Eve, a cold person, a poor girl who sells matches from a poor family, orphaned by her mother, bare-headed, barefoot, hungry, groping in the dark. I didn’t sell any matches all day. The writer described her image at night getting colder and colder, “I’m sitting in a corner of the wall… with my legs tucked in…”. The description is short, only 12 words, but the reader can clearly see in his imagination the figure of the little girl crouching, trying to shrink as much as possible to prevent the cold.

The girl was in the street, close to the walls of two houses with closed doors, in the cold of New Year’s Eve. Her eyes looked up. “The windows of every house are bright with lights.” Her nose smelled “in the street, the smell of roast goose is resounding”. That cozy image, that sweet smell, evoked in her memory her previous life situation “I remember the old years, when my gentle grandmother was still alive, I also had New Year’s Eve celebration. at home.

But Death came and took my grandmother away, the estate was destroyed, and my family had to leave their lovely home.” Andersen put the little girl’s nostalgia at the right time, in the right place, both introducing two opposing life situations and explaining the cause of the change that caused her to live her current unhappy life: Death! Death took away the gentle grandmother. Death sent her father and son out of the lovely house to the attic near the roof that could not stop the wind and dew.

And the greatest misfortune is that Death has changed the father’s character, instead of loving and taking care of his children, he forces his young daughter to sell matches, “if you can’t sell a few matchboxes, or no one, dad give away a single coin; I’m sure my father will hit me.” How the incident happened, it was told like that, without interjecting a complaint or accusing the father of standing with the living situation and dependent character of childhood.

Alone, hungry in the middle of a cold and windy New Year’s Eve, her hands were stiff, wanting to light a match, but she hesitated twice or three times to warm her finger. The light and warmth from the match helped her thoughts escape the cold, humiliating reality. “I thought I was sitting in front of an iron fireplace with shiny bronze reliefs. In the furnace, the fire is pleasing to the eye and gives off a gentle heat.”

This stream of fantasies dominated my behavior. I act according to “I thought…”. Therefore, “I just stretched out my legs to warm up, when the fire went out, the fireplace disappeared. I sat there, the match in my hand was completely extinguished.” The stream of fantasies about the fireplace emitting soft heat over there had disappeared with the quick and fading flame of the matchstick. The cold reality pulled me back with the worry of “getting scolded by my father”. The night is dark with a cold that cuts to the skin, a match with light and warmth.

Those two contrasting images have been placed by the writer side by side as if to arouse the source of desire in her. If you light the match for the first time, its light makes you “as if…”, then when you light the second match, “you see inside the house” and see a luxurious dining table has been prepared, There’s 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.”

Dreams are now magical. Poor old baby selling matches. Maybe she’s hungry right now. Dreaming of being full makes the reality of the “roast geese” of the neighborhood turn into a goose like in the dream of the girl selling the matches, but when the “match goes out”, the “goose” also disappears while walking. On the side of the girl selling matches, harsh reality with “empty, cold streets” and warm but indifferent customers appeared before her eyes.

The third time I struck the match, I saw a very large and splendid Christmas tree with thousands of candles, many colorful pictures. When I reached my hands towards the tree, the light of the match… went out. “All the candles went up, up and up, and turned into stars in the sky.” This dream reminded me of what my kind grandmother used to say to me when she was still alive: “When a star changes its throne, a soul goes to heaven with God.”

This nostalgia makes the little match girl wish to see her grandmother. She struck another match against the wall, the green light radiating around her, and I could clearly see her smiling at me. I shouted and begged her to let me go with her. The strange and touching thing is that the writer has put her in the position of a very sober person. The little girl said to her grandmother, “I know that if the matches go out, you will disappear like the fireplace and the roast goose and the Christmas tree, but don’t leave me here.”

Perhaps the previous matches helped her recognize the real scene and the virtual scene. In addition, her body was hungry and cold, and her soul was very lonely. Going home? back to the attic close to the roof, the cracks can’t stop the cold wind? back to the place where taunts and curses are often heard?

Her strength was over, her strength was exhausted. Usually, in that situation, only the love of parents, brothers., gives her strength to return. But in reality, she did not have that motivation, on the contrary, it could be that the fear was growing stronger and heavier. That’s why I live with the illusion and don’t want to leave it.

I lit all the matches left in the bag to see her, close to her, until “The old lady took my hand, and then the two of them flew high and high, no longer hungry, cold, sad. any more threats. They have come to worship God.” Reading those two sentences, everyone realized that the little match girl had died. She chose death with a beautiful illusion, though physically she died of hunger and cold.

And the writer embellished her beauty with the contrast between scenes and people: “In that cold morning, in a corner of the wall, one saw a little girl with rosy cheeks and smiling lips. “. The girl who sold the matches died the way someone who was sleeping in a beautiful dream had died.

Looking at the picture of the matchboxes, one of which was completely burned, one can correctly guess the girl’s behavior before she died: “She must have wanted to keep warm! , the images of “pink cheeks and smiling lips” make it difficult to guess what makes her face appear so the image seems happy and satisfied.

Regarding the deaths of the unfortunate, many writers have generally described, mostly sad, or violent (such as the death of old Crane). Only the death of the girl selling matches, the reader has a feeling of sadness but serenity, lightness and deep penetration. Creating that strange feeling is probably thanks to the way of building the character (the girl selling matches) of Andersen, a girl who sells unlucky matches but is not angry with the world.

Amidst the dark reality, she lived with beautiful dreams until her last breath. The little match girl who lives forever with the reader is because of her personality through the writer’s storytelling ability.

In our youth, anyone who has ever gone to school must know HC Andersen, a world-famous writer of children’s stories. He was a Danish writer who lived and wrote in the 1805th century (1875 – XNUMX). Readers from all over the world are very familiar with his works such as The Little Mermaid, The Swans, The Emperor’s New Clothes, The Little Match Girl,…

Andersen’s story is gentle, pure, full of love for people – especially the poor and the belief that the best things in this world will belong to people. The story The Little Match Girl brings readers into the scene of a cold New Year’s Eve in Denmark and Northern Europe more than a hundred years ago.

That little girl was from a poor family, orphaned by her mother, her grandmother had just died, her father sent him to sell matches to earn every small coin to save her body. During the last day of the year, until New Year’s Eve, I didn’t sell any matches. Both hungry and cold, the baby crouched in the corner of a big building to… dream, dream.

Those childhood aspirations keep on shining, how beautiful, how magical, and how painful! To show this, the writer has built opposing images, reality and fantasy, fantasy and reality, interwoven, disputed with each other, attracting readers…

The opening part of the work clearly describes the plight of the girl selling matches with sharp contrasting details: “It’s cold in winter, it’s snowing”, but “bare-headed, barefoot girl” walks. It was cold and dark outside, but “every house’s windows were full of lights”. The girl is “hungry”, hasn’t eaten anything all day, but “the street smells of roasted goose”…

Those contrasting details make the reader see that the baby’s situation is pitiful and pitiful. The cold, the hunger, the work to earn a living tormented and tormented me. I was cold, miserable, perhaps even more miserable when I saw all the houses with lights on. I was hungry, maybe even more hungry when I smelled the delicious smell of roast goose… Going to the excerpt from the textbook, from the opening sentence “The windows of every house are bright with lights…” to the sentence ” … my hands are stiff”, the reader immediately sees the plight of the little girl.

In the past, “when my gentle grandmother was still alive”, “I was able to spend New Year’s Eve in a lovely house… surrounded by ivy, I lived a warm day”. Now, in the middle of this New Year’s Eve, “I’m sitting in a corner of the wall, pulling my legs together, getting colder and colder”… These are also two contrasting images between the present and the past. past.

In the past, she lived happily as much as she was now – so lonely and orphaned. The whole family, only she is the one who loves me the most, the most solid spiritual support now no more. In the past, on New Year’s Eve, I was able to gather around the house, now I have to live alone on the street. Imagining the image of an orphaned girl selling matches, starving in the middle of New Year’s Eve, I suddenly remembered a few verses from To Huu’s Orphan:

Young bird flutters its wings

Looking for a lonely nest

Around the lonely forest

Gliding under the rain.

The situation of a Danish child on New Year’s Eve still has to earn a living, although it is different from the situation of an orphaned Vietnamese child looking for a mother, but reading literature, recalling poetry, imagining the fate of those two childhood lives, who would heartless, tearful!

The second part of the story, from the sentence “Wow! The price for lighting a match…” to “They have returned to worship God”, tells about the times when the little girl lit a match to light a fire, lighting up her dreams and thirst. hope. In this part, the contrasting and contrasting images become more and more acute, reality and fantasy, life and illusion appear in tandem, interlocking, competing with each other, rising up, flying high. ..

The little girl struck the first match: it was as bright as embers. She seemed to be “sitting in front of an iron fireplace with shiny bronze reliefs… The fire was pleasing to the eye and gave off a gentle heat”. But, I just stretched out my legs when “the fire went out, the fireplace disappeared”. My joy is gone too.

I was dumbfounded thinking about the task of selling matches and the scolding of my father. The girl struck the second match: “The wall turned into a curtain of colored cloth. The dining table was cleared, the tablecloth was pure white, the table was full of precious porcelain dishes, and there was even a roast goose. .. The goose jumped off the plate and carried the knife and the fork on his back, walking towards the baby.” But the match went out.

In front of me are only thick and cold walls. The streets are deserted. The hurried passers-by were completely indifferent to me. The baby tries to find the fire again to keep warm, dispel the darkness and cold. I light the third match: A Christmas tree appears, “This tree is bigger and more ornate than the one I saw last year through the window of a rich merchant. Thousands of candles burned brightly. …”. But the match went out again. All the candles went up, up forever, and then turned into stars in the sky.

From the first match, to the second, reality erased the baby’s fantasies. But by the third candle, it seems that the dream sign has risen, trying to overcome reality. So, after the matches went out, the baby saw all the candles go up, turning into stars in the sky. It seems that the baby is looking up at the stars and then thinking of his beloved grandmother.

I immediately lit the fourth match when… my grandmother appeared. I happily shouted, talked to her, asked her to let me go “let me go back to her”. Maybe by this minute, that poor girl has lost her strength, her strength is exhausted” collapsing next to the icy wall. She fades, fades and drifts into a beautiful dream. The matches go out. Light, steam. The warmth went out, the “illusion” disappeared, but the baby woke up, like a flame before it was completely extinguished, so she forgot all harsh realities, forgot her duty to sell matches, forgot rebuke father’s scolding.

The fifth, sixth, and seventh matches… and all the matches in the bag were lit up, connecting the light, shining as bright as day. The baby is truly living a magical dream. I saw “my grandma is big and beautiful… The old lady took my hand, then the two of them flew high and high, no longer hungry, cold, no pain threatened them anymore…”.

Obviously, each time she lit a match or lit a fire, that hungry little girl had a dream and aspiration. Her dreams are simple and innocent, associated with her innocent and kind childhood. I aspire to have a full material life, to enjoy spiritual pleasures, to live in a happy and warm family, to be cared for and spoiled by her – the dearest person. Those are also legitimate and eternal dreams and aspirations of children in particular and of people in general.

Expressing the aspirations and dreams of a specific baby in this story, the Danish writer must have been burning with desire for babies and people, first of all, in their lives of poverty, to overcome the realities of life. harsh economic conditions to reach a full, happy life, have enough to eat, have warm clothes, be loved and cared for. Every time a child lights a match, it seems to be a fire of faith and love, aspiration in the writer’s heart burns up, lights up, encourages people, urges people…

But the harsh reality – the reality of life in Denmark in the mid-XNUMXth century, when the writer wrote this work and the reality today of many poor countries on earth, erased my dream. the boy who sold the matches and so many other poor people.

Therefore, when the baby is reunited with her grandmother, it is time for her to die. The end of the work, from the sentence “The next morning…” to the end, tells about the death of the little match girl. From the flying, bright lines full of romance at the end of the paragraph above, to here, the words seem to be heavy, gentle, imbued with a sad tone. There is sadness, there is love, but there is no sadness, but it is still pure and warm, just like the light and warmth of the first day of the year. “I died of the cold on New Year’s Eve.”

Yes, until the last lines of the work, the writer still uses contrasting images, contrasting very nicely. In the middle of the first day of the year promising new sprouts of life, a baby died. People die in the ice from late at night, but until dawn, their cheeks are still pink, and their lips are “smiling”.

Everyone said to each other: “He probably wants to keep warm”, a normal job, but actually the baby lived miraculous moments, amidst the “glorious scene when the two of them flew up to receive the first joys of life. year”… Describing “a tragic scene” about the death of the little match girl, Andessen’s pen was both real and dreamlike. In fact, the poor baby was dead.

But this is a beautiful death, the body is dead but the soul, the desire of the baby is still alive, living on the rosy cheeks, smiling lips, living in the glorious scene with the grandmother flying up to welcome the new year. . Talking about death, people often think of tragedy. But writing about the death of a little match girl like that, Andersen’s work is an optimistic tragedy.

Obviously, to the last lines of the poem, love, faith in people and the desire for the best for people in the heart of the Danish writer – that famous fairy tale-teller, is imbued with the quality of life. humanitarian and humane.

It can be said that Andersen “knows to discover the miraculous and unexpected aspects of simple everyday events, bringing them into the poetic mythological world, but still solving them in accordance with the their progressive conceptions of life and society”.

The story of The Little Match Girl has a fascinating story-telling art, interwoven between reality and fantasy, with contrasting details, reasonable happenings, conveying to us compassion for an unfortunate, shaken baby. inspires in us love and faith in people, especially those who have to face difficulties and challenges in life and still want and desire the best.

Andersen is a Danish writer famous for the genre of stories for children, in which, the work that is familiar to readers around the world must be mentioned as “The Little Match Girl”. The story attracts readers by the interweaving between reality and fantasy, besides, the image of a girl selling matches on New Year’s Eve has evoked deep sympathy for a poor and pitiful baby. .

First of all, the girl who sold matches had an unfortunate situation, soon lost her mother, the woman who loved her the most also left her, lived with her father in poverty, she had to sell matches. Day after day, the little girl with a basket of matches in her hand wanders through every corner of the street, every street, every day she can’t sell, she will be scolded by her father.

The girl was both emotionally deprived and had to endure domestic violence, both mentally and physically. On New Year’s Eve, the most special night, the night of the end of a year and the beginning of a new year, out there, people gather and gather together warmly, but the little match girl is lonely and lonely. much.

In the cold, snowy, cold weather, my bare feet dragged through the streets and alleys to sell matchboxes. I didn’t eat for a whole day, I had to fight the cold and hunger to sell matches, but I couldn’t. How many matches can you sell? At night it gets colder and colder, the cold and hunger are tormenting me, even so I still dare not go home, because “when I go home without selling any matches”, without money, I will have to suffer again from father, moreover, the room in the attic of our father and son is no different from being outdoors.

At her age, we are gathering with grandparents, parents eating hearty parties and preparing to welcome the new year, yet she is subject to indifference, indifference and coldness. fear of the people around. They did not pay attention to me, no one cared, cared about my situation and suffering.

She did not receive love and sympathy from everyone, which made me feel even more sorry for the pitiful situation of the little match girl. The reader’s heart seems to tighten because the situation of the girl who sells matches is so realistic, society has many children who have to suffer like her, soon have to suffer many disadvantages, unhappiness and misery.

Nestled in a corner of the street on the sidewalk, the poor match-selling girl lit the matches to warm her hands and feet, which were numb from the cold. Each match is lit with both desire and desire, the flame of the match that appears, the hearty table with roast goose, the burning fireplace and the Christmas tree are all necessary things in the life. my poverty and helplessness.

Until I met her in the flame of a match, how happy I was, I longed to follow her, prayed to God to let me be with her, and finally I got it. Although the matches only bring illusions, they are real happiness for the girl who sells matches, “The old lady took my hand, then the two of them flew high and high, no longer hungry, cold, painful. no sadness threatens them anymore.”

Her death was gentle, as a relief from her miserable miserable life, yet it reflected the painful truth that she had to die amidst the indifferent, apathetic and indifferent people, It was that society that killed people like me, if people had love and compassion, perhaps my fate would have been different.

The character of the girl who sold the matches has left readers with nostalgia and inconsolable thoughts about human fate, arousing in each of us sympathy for the unfortunate scenes of life. We are fortunate that the healthy “leaves” have the responsibility to help and care for the less fortunate “leaves”, which is the compassion and love that people need for each other.

Andersen is a famous writer with stories for children. His works always leave deep impressions and profound lessons for children. When referring to his treasure trove of stories, it is impossible not to mention the story of Little Match Girl, a story rich in humanistic and human values.

The story is about the tragic and unfortunate fate of a girl selling matches. The girl also had a very warm, happy family, with a gentle grandmother, in “a lovely house surrounded by ivy”, but all that was in the distant past. The grandmother and mother who loved me passed away one by one, I lived with my father in poverty and poverty in a shabby attic, I had to sell matches to make a living.

Your misery is highlighted by the author even more on New Year’s Eve. In the cold winter night, each bone-chilling wind whistling, the bare-headed, barefoot, hungry little girl was carrying matches to sell. She did not dare to go home because her alcoholic father was willing to beat her if she did not sell anything. I sit close to the corner of the wall, waiting for people to take pity on me and buy it for me.

Andersen has constructed a series of contrasting, contrasting images to highlight her pitiful plight: her lovely, loving home is in the past, in the present. shabby attic, with a father who always scolds and beats him; everyone is sitting in the lighted house and I am alone with the cold, dark night; In each house, the smell of roast goose was reeked, the smell of a happy family, and the little girl was hungry all day, lonely and sad.

With the art of contrast, the author has made my unhappiness more clear. The girl is not only poor and miserable in material things, but also lives in a situation where everyone is indifferent, including her father – who gave birth to her. The author has a harmonious combination of reality and fantasy through the girl’s matches.

In the work, the girl lights a match in all five times: the first time she sees the fireplace, the second time she sees a roast goose, the third time she sees a pine tree, the fourth time she sees her grandmother, the fifth time she lights all the remaining matches to hold her grandmother to stay with her. My sequence of lighting matches is completely logical, going from material to spiritual: I want a fireplace, roast goose because I am suffering from hunger and cold; I see the pine tree, the grandmother because it evokes a warm family atmosphere, full of love.

The interweaving between reality and fantasy gives readers a feeling of sadness and deep sympathy for the fate of the baby. The baby’s dreams all come from the reality of suffering: he dreams of a fireplace, a party, a pine tree, etc. because he has to live in poverty and deprivation. I dreamed of her because when she died, I always lived in a situation of lack of love. After each match was extinguished, harsh reality hit her, making her fate even more unfortunate.

Therefore, I try to light the last matches to hold her back, so that I can live in love. But she also understood that, as soon as the match went out, her image would be lost like all previous things. That’s why I wished I could be with her forever. Her wish both reflects the desire to live in love, as well as the tragic and unfortunate fate of the poor little girl.

The girl’s death is also extremely tragic, haunting readers. On the first morning of the new year, everyone was happy and radiant, but the baby died alone in the corner, he died of cold, because the heart of people was emotionless and no one cared and helped him.

But when she died on her face, her cheeks were still pink, her lips were smiling, because she escaped from an unhappy life and went to her beloved grandmother. In fact, this is a tragic ending. Happiness for each person is in reality, in this world, but you have to go to another world to fully enjoy that happiness.

The work is built with a structure suitable to the happenings of events and the psychology of the characters. The art of contrasts and contrasts highlights the unhappiness of the baby: orphaned, wandering alone in the dark, selling matches, in contrast to the brightly lit streets, the people around are happy and happy. The rational and harmonious interweaving between reality and fantasy both clarifies the tragic fate and depicts the girl’s desire for happiness.

The story of The Little Match Girl shows the writer’s deep love for unfortunate fates. The story conveys to the reader a meaningful message, imbued with humanitarian values: love children and let them live a full and happy life.

Andersen is a famous fairy tale teller of the Western world. In addition to collecting, he is also creative. The Little Match Girl is a unique creation, a modern fairy tale that showcases his masterful storytelling talent. The modern era here is the era in which the author lived, the era when people knew how to make and use matches, people knew how to travel by two-horse carriages, and knew how to celebrate New Year’s Eve with pine trees. Gorgeous Christmas. The story The Little Match Girl tells about that society, recounts the tragic death of a poor girl.

At the beginning of the story, the author introduces a harsh and unusual setting. Harsh because “it was already dark” but “snow fell” non-stop, and “severely cold”. It’s unusual because: “Tonight is New Year’s Eve” means a special time for each family and for each person. New Year’s Eve is the same everywhere, it is a time when the old year with its mixed joys and sorrows recedes into the past and a new year with full of hopes is waiting for everyone to be opened. But New Year’s Eve in the West is very cold, because it is the middle of winter.

It’s snowy everywhere, it’s cold everywhere. Yet in that cold, on that New Year’s Eve “a little girl, bare-headed, barefoot, was groping in the dark”. Baby where are you going? I have to sell matches because “if I don’t sell a few matches, or no one gives me a penny”, “I can’t go home”, because then “my father will definitely beat me”. .

Because since “Death came to take my grandmother away, my fortune was destroyed, and my family had to leave the lovely house surrounded by ivy, where I lived the warm days, to come and hide. huddled in a dark corner, always listening to taunts and curses.” Moreover, “it’s just as cold at home. Father and son are living in the attic close to the attic, and even though they have stuffed rags into the big crevices in the wall, the wind still blows into the house”. So this baby who sells matches is a poor child.

This poor, nameless baby was like a stray, helpless on the snow-covered ground. “I tried to find a place with a lot of people passing by. But it was so cold, passersby were walking very fast, no one cared about my offer at all.” That’s why “all day I don’t sell anything and no one gives me anything. Poor baby is still hungry and cold and wandering on the street”.

I walked in the snow so much that: “snowflakes are all over my long hair falling in clumps on my back, I don’t even notice” and passers-by also didn’t notice a child covered in snow. gradually. I must have been walking in the snow for a long time. Now I can’t go anymore. “I sat in a corner of the wall between two houses, one built a little back.”

It’s a place that anyone passing by must avoid but also forces everyone to pay attention. The baby sat there hoping that someone would notice him, someone would buy him matches. Around her, “every house’s windows are bright with lights, and the street reeks of roast goose”. The smell of roast goose reminds me “tonight is New Year’s Eve”. The smell of roast goose also reminds me of the warm times of my family before.

Right now, I’m covered in cold snow. “I pull my feet into my body, but every time I feel colder.” “Now the poor match-baby’s hands are ‘stiffened.’ The baby thought of striking a match to ‘blow his finger.’ And “I risked a stick.” The fire broke out on the night of the delivery. “The flame was blue at first, gradually fading away, white, glowing pink around the wooden stick, bright and pleasing to the eye”.

The baby rests his cold hand over the small flame of a match and imagines that he is sitting in front of a fireplace where “a gentle heat is emanating”. But this is just a wish, just a dream. Because “I just stretched out my legs to warm up, the fire went out, the heater disappeared”.

“I was completely devastated and suddenly thought that my father had given me to sell matches.” It’s sad because there’s a big gap between dreams and reality. A fireplace on a cold winter night and a warm roof is forever a dream and aspiration of a baby.

Along with the cold, hunger also appeared. The second match “burns and shines”. The match showed her: “The table is set, the tablecloth is pure white, there are precious porcelain dishes on the table, and there is even a roast goose. But the most amazing thing is that the goose jumped out of the plate and brought the whole thing. knife, fork in the back, towards the baby.”

How attractive it is. A delicious and luxurious meal for me because I am so hungry, but that meal is just a dream, a dream. So when the match went out, “reality took the place of a dream: there were no sumptuous dining tables, only deserted streets, freezing cold, snow covered in white, the north wind blowing, and a few guests passing by. the road of warm clothes hurriedly went to the dating places, completely indifferent to the poverty of a child selling matches”.

Next to her now there is only hunger and cold, and against it she uses the light and warmth of a match. In the brief light of a match, I imagine what I need, I create my own world, because the cold wind prevents people from coming to me, hunger also prevents others from coming to me. , in front of me as well as behind me are left only “thick and cold walls”. Walls of silence, walls of speechlessness are created by man himself to protect one person and to create separation from another.

The baby was left alone in her world, which was covered with white snow and black night. To dispel the night and the cold, “the baby strikes the third match”. “I saw a Christmas tree appear”, “this tree is large and beautifully decorated” with “thousands of bright candles, sparkling on the green branches, and many colorful paintings” … The Christmas tree recalls a Western tradition of gift-giving and caring for children, but perhaps the story of Santa Claus is just a distant myth in reality. The baby who sold the matches was still submerged in the cold snow.

I don’t need Santa’s gifts anymore because the snow and cold around me are already too much. The third match also went out. Its life is too short. It does not drive the night away, but the night cannot overcome it. When the match goes out, all the candles that the match girl saw on the Christmas tree “fly up, fly up forever and turn into stars in the sky”.

At that time I thought about death, because my grandmother, “the only gentle person for me” used to say: “When a star changes its throne, there is a soul that flies to the sky with God”. But it’s sad because my grandmother died a long time ago. But it doesn’t matter because the living people don’t think about me, no one thinks about me, so I go to find comfort in my beloved grandmother. And so I lit a match. “I can clearly see that my grandmother is smiling at me”, “I cried” and begged her to “let me go with”, “I beg you, she begs the merciful God, let me go back to her. do not refuse.

How painful it is when the baby who sells matches, abandoned by society, forgotten in the snow, has decided to refuse life, determined to find the afterlife. In the world of the living I have no place, no conditions to live. Because just selling a few matches is enough to give me a life, but the whole world of bicyclists, the whole world behind those bright lighted windows “no one cares to my greetings”.

Unable to communicate with the world of living people, the child selling matches tries to establish a communication relationship with his grandmother “I light all the matches left in the bag to hold my grandmother”. The result is “I have never seen my grandma so big and beautiful like this. The old woman took my hand, and then the two of them flew high and high, no longer hungry, cold, and sad to threaten them.” .

The baby died such a tragic death on New Year’s Eve. Death carries with it the power to denounce society. Even if one sees in the corner “a little girl with rosy cheeks and smiling lips. Besides “a burned-out matchbox”, those who are living cannot know the “things”. The miracle that the baby saw, especially the glorious scene when the two grandchildren flew up to welcome the joys of the beginning of the year.

Because those people in addition to using hunger and cold to create a separation between themselves and the baby, they also build walls, either visible or invisible, to create a new separation between themselves and the baby. . They don’t have the right to see or enjoy what I’ve created. Because I belong to another world. The baby’s death is also a criticism of the selfish, clumsy, self-centered lifestyle of the modern world. That is the profound sympathy of the genius storyteller Andersen.

The short story The Little Match Girl by writer Andersen has left a deep impression in the hearts of readers. Not only that, it is also an infinite sympathy for the unfortunate and tragic fate of the writer with the little match girl.

The girl’s plight is extremely sympathetic, right from the first words introducing her situation has made the reader cry: her grandmother and mother who loved her the most have all passed away, she lives under huddled with his father in a dark, cramped attic. The father is probably because of a poor and difficult life, so he becomes difficult, treats him badly: often scolds and curses him.

In the cold winter night, I had to sell matches to earn a living. Even though I have a home, I don’t dare to go home because if I don’t bring any coins, my father will scold me. The unscrupulous father, words and actions without love made the unfortunate girl stay outside in the cold winter night, in the wind and snowfall more and more.

How pitiful that on the last day of the year, everyone can gather with their family and the little girl is bare-headed and barefoot wandering outside in the cold winter, covered with white snow. Around me, the streets and houses were lit, the space was cozy and happy, the smell of geese was everywhere, and I went all day without selling any matches. The contrasting images not only highlight the child’s lack and difficulty in material things, but also talk about the loss and lack of spirit.

In the cold of winter, she dared to light each match to warm her body. The image of the flame of a match has many profound meanings. First of all, the fire of matches dispels the cold and darkness so that the baby can forget the misfortunes and bitterness of life.

The flame of matches has lit up beautiful dreams, intense desires, bringing the dream world with joy and happiness. It is also the flame of the dream of a happy family life, living in the love of parents and grandparents. The image of a flame of matches like a boat full of humanity’s spirit of the author, shows sympathy and respect for the simple and magical dreams of children.

Every time she lights a match, the poor girl lives in a happy moment, immersed in the fairy world, escaping from the dark reality. The first time I struck the match, I saw the fireplace, because in the cold winter night I needed to be warmed. When the match went out, the fireplace disappeared, a vague fear invaded her again “going home tonight will be scolded by my father”. I plucked up the courage to light a match for the second time, this time I saw a hearty meal… my imagination was funny, showing that my biggest dream right now is to be full.

On New Year’s Eve, every family gathers around a tray of rice, and I’m starving in the cold. The detail deeply touches the reader, it evokes unrelenting torments. For the third time, in the Christmas atmosphere, I see the image of a pine tree. It is the symbol of a happy family home, the pure dreams of childhood.

For the fourth time, in the midst of hunger, cold and loneliness, I yearned for love and she was the only one who loved me the most. In that moment, she appeared so warm and beautiful. The little girl implored her grandmother to let her go, because she understood that when the match went out, she also disappeared. Her wish is so pitiful, how much she wants to be protected and loved.

The last time I lit up all the matches left to see her and miraculously my last wish came true. I no longer have to face the whip, the scolding, the hunger, the cold, the sadness anymore, I have been to another world, the world with her by my side. Through her fantasies, we see that she is a pure and innocent soul.

In the cold, I never blamed anyone for being indifferent to my plight. My soul is so pure and kind. It was a girl with rich dreams, overcoming the reality of hunger, cold, and loneliness. These dreams are simple but also romantic and magical.

Surely everyone who has been able to go to school knows Andesen. Born into a poor family in Denmark, he was a sentimental and gifted writer and then he became a famous writer with children’s stories. The Little Match Girl is a touching story about the unfortunate fate of a poor girl in contemporary capitalist society. Love for humanity and belief in the ultimate triumph of good are the overarching content of Andesen’s entire work.

The story is divided into three parts, the first part introduces the plight of the little match girl. The second part tells about the times of the matches and the beautiful images that appear in the girl’s imagination. The third part is a description of the tragic death of the little girl in the cold winter night.

The time when the story happened was on New Year’s Eve, everyone should have gathered with their families to see off the old year together and welcome all the good things from the new year in a sacred atmosphere, filled with happy. But only the motherless girl, bare-headed, barefoot, torn clothes, hungry stomach still groping in the dark. All day today, she wandered around without selling any matches.

Surrounded by the warm air of the windows, all the houses are brightly lit and the smell of roasted goose is fragrant. The images are reminiscent of the old days when celebrating New Year’s Eve with grandma in a lovely house surrounded by ivy. Here the author has used contrasting method to highlight the very poor situation of the little girl.

I am cold and perhaps even colder when I see all the houses with lights on. There was nothing good waiting for her but the dark, cold nook and the scoldings of her gruff father. The happy New Year’s Eve celebrations with grandmother and mother have passed away. Disaster has torn her family apart.

Now, the little girl sits nestled in a corner between the two houses to prevent the wind from getting cold. Unable to sell matches, afraid of being beaten by her father, she dares not go home and even if she is at home, it is as cold as here. .

In the middle of the cold New Year’s Eve, the little girl was alone with a basket of matches. When I sat nestled against the wall, that was when the burning desire flared up in that little heart. My hands are stiff with the cold I wish I could be warmed by a match and finally I take a risk and light a match.

The match that ignited is very sensitive to the flame, which is green at first, gradually disappears, becomes white, glows around the wooden stick, bright and pleasing to the eye. It was so comforting her hands were on fire, with a hot thumb match in her hand. How I wish I could sit near a fireplace right now.

I just stretched out my legs when the fire went out and the fireplace disappeared. I sat there looking at the match that was completely extinguished and I was devastated and thought that my father had given me to sell matches tonight and I would be scolded when I came home. I lit the second match, the match burned and lit up, the wall seemed to turn into a wall of colored fabric. I see right into the house the table has been set, the tablecloth is pure white, the table is full of precious porcelain plates and there is a roast goose, but the strange thing is that the goose jumps out of the plate and carries a knife, walk towards me.

Sadly those images only appear for a moment when the fire goes out around her, it is pitch black, only the cold night mist remains, the hunger is exhausted and scarier than the loneliness of no one. To share. There was no sumptuous table, no roast goose, but all black with the cold wings of the winter night enveloping her.

However, I am not desperate. Imagination has given me new desires. I want to bring Christmas to have a pine tree, so I decided to swipe the third stick and suddenly appeared a beautifully decorated Christmas tree with thousands of bright candle.

And another match against the wall a blue light radiated around and I saw Grandma smiling at me, I shouted for me to come with. And I know that when the match goes out, her image also disappears like other times and I decided to light all the remaining matches to hold on to her so that she can follow me to a world without hunger, cold and pain. suffering.

The end of the story is the contrast between the happy life scene and the tragic death of the little match girl. The next morning the snow covered the ground, but the sun came up, clear and bright in the blue sky, and everyone was still happy to leave the house. On that cold morning in a corner one saw a little girl with rosy cheeks and smiling lips who died of the cold on New Year’s Eve.

The baby is so pitiful. In a capitalist society that lacks empathy and love between people, the writer Andersen wrote this story with infinite compassion for the unfortunate girl. However, the content of the story The Little Match Girl with its tragic ending still makes the reader cry.

Andersen’s story of the little girl who sold matches has evoked a feeling of pity for the little girl’s plight, poverty, and tragic death. She was physically exhausted and severely traumatized mentally. There is nothing more painful in this life than being an abandoned, lonely, lonely girl in the sky. The Little Girl Who Sells Matches is a unique story for children that moves readers.

The time of the story is quite special: On New Year’s Eve, everyone gathers under the family home to say goodbye to the old year and welcome the new year in a sacred atmosphere, filled with happiness. The little girl orphaned girl, bare-headed, barefoot, dressed in windy clothes, hungry stomach, is groping in the dark. All day today, she wandered around without selling any matches.

On Christmas Eve, the surroundings were beautiful and warm: the windows of every house were brightly lit and the street smelled of roasted goose. These images reminded her of the old year when she spent New Year’s Eve with her kind grandmother in a lovely house surrounded by ivy.

The author used contrasting images to highlight the girl’s pitiful situation. I’m cold, maybe even colder when I see all the houses lit up with lights. I’m hungry, maybe even more hungry when I smell the sizzling smell of roast goose. Nothing good awaits her but a dark, cold corner filled with the scolding and cursing of her rude, grumpy father.

Happy New Year’s Eve celebrations with grandma and parents are now a thing of the past. Tragedy has torn her family apart. My mother died, my grandmother also passed away, I was no longer loved and cherished by anyone. I wandered on New Year’s Eve… in the middle of the winter, cold, windy, fierce.. Snowflakes covered my long hair, falling in clumps on my back, poor family, dead mother, poor father hungry and cruel.

I have to sell matches to make a living, if I can’t sell matchboxes or no one gives me a penny, my father will definitely beat me at night. So she sat nestled in a corner between the two houses… to avoid the cold. I couldn’t sell matches, because I was afraid my father would beat me, so I didn’t dare to go home. Besides, it’s just as hungry and cold at home as it is here: Father and son are in the attic near the roof, and although they have stuffed rags into the big cracks in the wall, the wind still blows in.

In the middle of the cold New Year’s Eve, the girl was alone with a basket of matches. When she hid in a corner of the wall to avoid the cold north wind, it was also the time when burning desires flared up in her little heart. My hands are stiff from the cold, I long to be warmed by a match: Wow! Wouldn’t it be nice to light a match to warm it up a bit? 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. The images depicting the hungry and cold wandering of the girl contrasted with the full and cozy scene of everyone, the windows of every house were brightly lit with lights and the street reeked of the smell of roasted goose. Faced with the poor and destitute situation of the little girl, my heart felt like a pain. Maybe we don’t feel pity when we think about the image of a lonely girl alone, in the middle of a vast space in the dark night, cold to cut the skin, cut the flesh.

While everyone was happily gathered in the warm houses, by the fireplace, when the baby had to sell matches alone, he was not noticed by anyone. Her plight hurts my heart all the more, for it happens again on New Year’s Eve, when all the joy and fulfillment rush into cozy homes.

The baby’s fantasies through the matches (dreaming of the fireplace, the dining table, the Christmas tree, the grandma, the two grandchildren flying away) take place logically, in accordance with the child’s desires. : to be warm, to eat well, to go out, to be loved, to end all worries and sorrows.

Light the first match: I feel like I’m sitting in front of an iron fireplace… emitting a gentle heat. The fire gave wings to my imagination: I put my hands on a 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 is pleasing to the eye and gives 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, the north wind blew, how nice it was to sit for hours like that, in the cold winter night, in front of a fireplace!

Reality and fantasy are intertwined. In the flickering light of the match, images of the full life appeared clearly in her mind. I was so absorbed in imagining that the match burned close to my finger, but I did not feel the heat. How happy I wish I could sit in front of the fireplace to warm my hands that were stiff from the cold! The match burned out, the girl returned to the harsh reality: I just stretched out my legs to heat, 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. No matter how you go home tonight, you will be scolded by your father. Second stick: The table is set… and there’s even a roast goose. I lit the second match, 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 carried the knife and fork, stuck on his back, towards the baby. Then… the match went out; In front of me are only thick and cold walls. It’s sad that!

Those illusions only appeared for a moment. The fire went out, still surrounded by darkness, a bone-chilling cold, a weary hunger, and most of all, a loneliness that no one shared: 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 little match girl.

Light the third match: I see a Christmas tree appear… thousands of bright candles, sparkling on the green branches… Rich imagination has brought me new desires : I want Christmas Eve to have a Christmas tree. So I decided to light the third match: 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 wealthy merchant. Thousands of bright candles, twinkling on verdant branches and many colorful pictures like those displayed in store shelves, appeared before the baby’s eyes. But then the match went out. All the candles went up, up and up and turned into stars in the sky.

Around me are still two walls and at night I think of my grandmother because my grandmother, the only gentle person to me, has long since died, used to say: “When a star changes its throne, there is a soul that ascends to heaven with God”. Light the fourth match: I can clearly see that my grandmother is smiling at me. She struck another match against the wall, a blue light spread around her and the baby could clearly see her grandmother smiling at her.

Madam! Baby screams, let me go! I know that if the matches go out, you will disappear like the fireplace and the roast goose and the Christmas tree before, but please don’t leave me here. Before, when she did not return to the Most Merciful God, our grandparents and 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. Lighted all the remaining matches: I saw the two of them soaring high and high… That’s when the little girl was bare-headed, barefoot, shivering from cold and hunger. The warmth of families appearing through the other window makes us feel even more sorry for the poor little girl, who did not have any happiness on New Year’s Eve.

Especially the image of a girl who can only sit with her feet in the alcove, reminiscing and dreaming. A match is lit and the past life reappears. Those were days of fun, full of happiness, with a gentle grandmother, as leisurely as a fairy, in a lovely little house surrounded by ivy. But when a match goes out, an extremely harsh, harsh reality comes back.

I am living in a hundred miserable and miserable roads. I had to sell matches all day, if I couldn’t sell them, my father would beat me up at night. And on this cold New Year’s Eve, I didn’t dare to return because I couldn’t sell a single match. The baby’s fantasies take place in the same order as above, which is very logical.

Since it was very cold, I first dreamed of the fireplace; Next, because I’m hungry, I dream of a table full of delicious food, but behind those walls, every house is celebrating New Year’s Eve; because it was New Year’s Eve, right after that, “Christmas tree” appeared; Coming here of course reminds me that there was a time when I also had the same New Year’s Eve, when my grandmother was still alive and the image of her appeared.

The end of the story is the contrast between the happy life and the tragic death of the baby with the matches: The next morning, the snow still covered the ground, 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 year appeared on the body of a baby sitting among the matches, one of which was completely burned. Everyone said to each other: “He probably wants to keep warm!”, but no one knew the miracles I saw, especially the glorious scene when the two of them flew up to welcome the joys of the New Year. Even my small dreams can only be seen through dreams.

Every single match that lights up the dream here is not the light of a lamp or of some great light source. It’s just a small light of a match, easily extinguished in the snowy night. Therefore, each lighted match can warm her frozen body and soul. It was just her extremely fragile clinging place.

The baby who strikes the remaining matches is trying to cling to those dreams. While we have all these things, Andessen’s little match girl lacks them all. Even the most beautiful dream I can only see when I’m dying. The child’s fantasies through the matches about the fireplace, the dining table, and the pine tree are close to reality, because they are practical needs for his life.

And the dream of seeing her again, and seeing her big and beautiful old woman, and then the two of them soaring high… is purely a child’s earnest desire which lacks love and care. of relatives. In the end of the story, the death of a poor girl, hungry and cold, makes us sad. The baby is so pitiful! Only my mother and grandmother loved me, but they both passed away.

Her father, perhaps because he was so poor, also treated him cruelly. Passers-by saw her body on the first morning of the year with a frozen, emotionless attitude. In a capitalist society that lacks empathy and love between people, the writer Andersen wrote this story with infinite compassion for the unfortunate child in particular and the whole class of people. poverty in general.

But on the other hand, that death was so peaceful through the image of rosy cheeks and smiling lips and she was entering a glorious dream when the two of them flew up to receive the joys of the beginning of the year. The more we cherish those dreams of hers, the more painful it is at her tragic death. The story of The Little Match Girl tells about the life of an unfortunate little girl who died in hunger and cold, but still had beautiful dreams in her heart.

The story has noble human values ​​and evokes deep sympathy for the reader. It is necessary to build a prosperous life for everyone, especially for the poor children in the world. To ease the pain that is aching in the heart and also to comfort the poor souls, the writer depicted the baby dead but the cheeks are still pink and the lips are smiling. However, the content of the story of the girl who sold the matches and its tragic ending still makes the reader cry.

Although the author describes the dead baby, but the cheeks are still red, the lips are smiling, and at the same time, imagining the glorious scene of the two grandchildren flying to the sky to receive the joys of the beginning of the year, the pain in us is still not. relieved, but even closing our eyes, the image torments us even more.

The image of a girl selling matches forever leaves in the hearts of many readers around the world infinite pain, as it always reminds us to love and help each other. And that is also the full kindness of Andersen.

Anyone who has read The Little Match Girl by Danish writer Andersen will never forget the small matches that flare up in the middle of the cold New Year’s Eve associated with a beautiful fantasy world of her. poor. The end of the story is sad, but the haunting power of beautiful dreams still fills the minds of readers and listeners through Andessen’s captivating narratives and descriptions.

In the darkness and cold of Denmark, we can clearly see a little girl with purple lips, a hungry stomach, walking barefoot on the sidewalk. A poor orphan girl who does not dare to return home because she has not sold any matches will be beaten by her father. The writer created a very vivid feeling when he entered the moments of the little girl’s mood.

The first bold impression that arouses sympathy is the image of the little girl as if she was in the midst of the vastness of the night at the moment of New Year’s Eve. When “every house was brightly lit and the street smelled of roasted goose”, she recalled the beautiful past when her gentle grandmother was still alive.

The lovely house with ivy vines in the warm days contrasts with the reality of the father and son’s life in a dark corner, poverty followed by the father’s scolding and swearing when the inheritance is spent. canopy. To relieve the cold, she “sits in a corner”, “closes her legs”, but perhaps it is the fear stronger than the cold that makes her “feel even colder”.

I couldn’t go home because I knew “my father will definitely beat me”. “It’s also cold at home”, the scariest thing for her is not the lack of warmth but the lack of love. It was pitiful that her small body had to fight helplessly with the cold outside and the cold in her heart that made “my hands go numb”.

At that time, I only wished for one very small thing: “Wow! Wouldn’t it be better to light a match and warm it up a little?” but I don’t seem to have the courage to do so because I would ruin an unsold matchbox. But then she also “risked the stroke of a stick”, to start a journey of fantasy beyond harsh reality.

Her dream began from the moment she looked at the fire: “at first blue, gradually fading away, white, glowing pink around the stick, bright and pleasing to the eye”. That light overwhelmed the feeling of immense darkness, to reveal the image of “an iron hearth with shiny bronze reliefs”.

Her joy comes in the illusion of “fire is pleasing to the eye and gives off a gentle heat”. It is a simple dream while the reality is harsh “snow covered the ground, the north wind blew… in the cold winter night”. The desire to sit for hours “in front of a fireplace” also disappears when “the fire goes out, the fireplace disappears”. The moment when you were “all over me” when imagining your father’s scoldings made me feel uneasy. Darkness covers the darkness in my soul again

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Perhaps because of that, the writer let me continue to light the second match, light up the small joy even if it is only in my dreams. Not only had to deal with the cold, but she also had to endure the hunger when she had not had a single bite to eat all day. Thus, the bright light of the match’s flame turned the gray wall into “a curtain of colored cloth”.

The happiness in warm homes came to me, when I saw: “The table is set, the tablecloth is pure white, the table is full of precious porcelain dishes, and there is a roast goose”. If only all the fantasies turned into reality, I would be so happy, when “the goose jumped out of the plate” would bring me a hearty meal to overcome the moment of starvation.

But once again, the illusion disappeared, she was again faced with “empty streets, freezing cold, snow covered with white, north wind”. Not only that, I also witnessed the estranged indifference of passersby, the contrasting image portrayed by the writer made us ache before the unfortunate baby.

And once again, the next match lit up, letting her live out a baby’s best dreams. In a life where every minute and every second struggled to make a living, I had to say goodbye to the joys of playing with children. The light from the match gave her a splendid aura, giving her “a Christmas tree”, as if giving her a childhood paradise: “Thousands of bright candles, twinkling on the branches and leaves. verdant and lots of colorful pictures like the ones in the closet.”

The cruel irony is that all those beautiful images I can only see but can’t touch, because it’s all just an illusion, like the stars in the sky that I can’t reach. My heart seems to choke with the writer’s story, because the baby is gradually exhausted and is about to collapse before the deadly cold of the land of the Snow Queen.