Cigarette Lighter Girl

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Mentari has just emitted its last glow to welcome a very cold night. Snow covered the entire surface of the street there. In the midst of this dark and cold night, a little girl walks barefoot. He lost his old sandals when he was about to cross the street. There was a horse-drawn carriage going to him, and when he ran to dodge, his enormous sandals slipped from his tiny feet.

She tries to find her sandals, but one of her sandals has been taken away by a squirrel who may be using it as her baby's bed. The other one is nowhere to be seen. The little girl kept walking on the cold snow until her feet were red and blue. In a basket covered by an old apron, he carried a pair of matches for sale. With a bunch of matches in his hand, he tried to offer to anyone he met. But during his life, no one wants to buy a match, or even give him a penny.

The little girl kept walking with her body trembling with cold and hunger.

The snowflakes began to cover her long, loose hair and wiggled beautifully around her neck. She never realized how beautiful she was. Through the windows there, the glowing candles shone glittering lights. The delicious smell of roast goose smells from inside. The little girl just remembered that today was New Year's Eve.

In an angle formed by two houses, he sat down and immediately curled up. He clasped his tiny foot to his chest to block out the coldness that pierced his body, but he felt increasingly cold. He did not dare go home because he has not managed to sell any matches and can not carry money. He would be beaten by his father, and at home too cold. The roof of the house was not too tight so the wind could blow in, although the biggest gap there had been covered with straw or cloth.

Her tiny hand almost numbed from the cold. He then thought to light a matchstick he was carrying to warm his hands. When ignited, the matches flared brightly. The fire felt so warm and bright like a candle. The little girl then held her hand up and mouthed, "Sunguh beautiful light!". The blazing fire was so real to him. He felt as if he stood by a warm, very beautiful fireplace. She then stretched out her legs, trying to warm her as well. But the little fire went out, and wait for the warm fire to disappear. All that remained was a burned match in his hand.

He lit another match. The match also flashed with bright light. As he drew the match against the wall, something magical happened. The wall turned transparent like a thin veil, so she could see into the room. Inside was a dining table covered with a white tablecloth. Above it is decorated with beautiful porcelain decoration. The roast goose dish was billowing on the table. Miraculously again, the roasted goose suddenly fell over and continued rolling toward the poor little girl. But when the matches went out, they disappeared and nothing remained except the thick, cold, and damp walls.

He lit another match. Now she feels like sitting under a beautifully decorated Christmas tree. The tree was even bigger and more beautiful than the Christmas tree she had ever seen through the window glass of a wealthy merchant's house she'd been through. Thousands of lights flashed with glaring light on the green trunks. When the little girl tried to reach out her hand, the match went out again. Now the light from the Christmas tree rises as high into the sky and looks like a star in heaven. One by one the stars there raced like comets and left a long trail of fire.

"Someone died!" Cried the little girl. Once, her grandmother, the only person who ever loved her, once said that if there is a falling star, it means a soul will rise to face the Almighty. Now her grandmother has died.

He lit another match. In the midst of a great sparkle of light, her grandmother stood with a loving expression on her face.

"Grandma!" Cried the little girl. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Hurry with me and grandma. If this matches goes off, grandma will disappear like a warm fire stove, delicious roast goose, and that magnificent Christmas tree! "He quickly lit all his matches to make sure his grandmother stayed there. The matches emit such brilliant light as daylight. Previously she had never seen her grandmother look so beautiful. His grandmother then took the little girl's hand. The two of them then flew to the highest with a bright, joyful light. Up there they no longer feel cold, hunger, or anxiety. They are now on the side of the Creator.

It's dawn. The poor little girl was still in a sitting position, with her cheeks reddish, and a smiling sweet lips. He leaned against the wall, froze, and died on New Year's Eve. His body was lying awkwardly along with a basket of matches that had been burned out. "He wants to warm himself up," someone said. No one can imagine what beautiful things the little girl has seen, or the grandeur of her dreams. The little girl and her grandmother had entered the joy of the new year.

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