[00:00.000] 作曲 : Spoken Word
[00:08.50]	The Little Match Girl
[00:09.80]	Most terribly cold it was.
[00:13.00]	It snowed and was nearly quite dark
[00:15.80]	End evening, the last evening of the year.
[00:19.00]	In this cold and darkness,there went along the street a poor little girl
[00:23.30]	bare headed and with her naked feet.
[00:25.80]	When she left home she has slippers on.it is true.
[00:28.00]	But what was the good of that? They were very large slippers.
[00:32.60]	Which her mother had hitherto worn.
[00:35.20]	So large were they.
[00:37.44]	And the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street
[00:41.18]	because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.
[00:45.76]	One slipper was nowhere to be found.
[00:47.91]	The other had been laid hold off by an urgent.
[00:50.11]	End off she ran for it.
[00:51.00]	She thought it do capitally for a cradle when she some day will have children for herself.
[00:55.00]	So the little maiden walked on tiny with her tiny naked feet.
[00:58.21]	They were quite red and blue from cold.
[01:01.08]	She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron.
[01:04.45]	And she held a bundle of them in hand.
[01:07.10]	Nobody bought anything of her the whole life long day.
[01:11.11]	No one gave her a single farthing.
[01:15.11]	She crippled alone trembling with cold and hunger.
[01:17.91]	A very picture of sorrow.
[01:20.15]	The poor little thing.
[01:23.30]	The flexible snow covered her long fair hair which fell in beautiful curls around her neck.
[01:28.74]	But after that, of course, she never once now thought
[01:32.10]	From all the windows the candles were gleaming
[01:35.34]	And it smelt so deliciously of the roast goose.
[01:38.44]	For you know it was new year's Eve.
[01:39.61]	Yes, of that she thought.
[01:43.29]	in a corner formed by two houses,
[01:45.72]	of which one advanced more than the other.
[01:47.29]	she seated herself down and cowered together.
[01:48.10]	A little feet she had drawn closed up to her.
[01:50.50]	when she grew colder and colder, and go home she did not adventure
[01:54.62]	for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money.
[01:58.94]	From her father she would certainlty get blows.
[02:01.08]	and at home it was cold,too.
[02:03.88]	for above her she had only the roof through which the wind whistled.
[02:07.91]	Even though the largest cracks stopped up with the straw and rags.
[02:11.20]	Her little hands were alomst numbed with cold.
[02:14.85]	Oh, her match might fault her world comfort
[02:18.92]	if she only dare take single one after the bungle
[02:21.98]	draw it to get the warm and warm her figers by it.
[02:58.80]	She drewn an out, whished~
[02:28.90]	how it blazed ! how it burned !
[02:32.37]	it was a warm bright flame like a candle
[02:34.88]	and she held her hands over it.
[02:36.90]	it was a wonderful light.
[02:39.61]	it seems rarely to the little maiden as she was sitting before a large iron stove
[02:43.52]	with burnish brass feet and brass onoment to top.
[02:47.29]	the fire burned with such blessed implements.
[02:49.90]	it warmed so delightfully.
[02:51.00]	the little girl has already streched out her feet to warm them too.
[02:52.42]	but the small flame went out.
[02:55.40]	the stove vanished.
[02:57.80]	she had only remained the burnt out match on hand.
[03:02.30]	she rubbed another to against the wall.
[03:04.45]	it burned brightly.And where the light fell on ther wall
[03:07.00]	then the wall became transparent like a veil.
[03:11.20]	so there she can see into the room.
[03:13.18]	on the table was spread snow white table cloth
[03:15.67]	upon it was splendid positive service
[03:19.00]	and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums.
[03:24.83]	And what was still more capital to be hold was the goose hopped down from the dish,
[03:28.90]	reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast,to the came up to the poor little girl
[03:34.00]	when the match went out.
[03:37.19]	and nothing but the cold damp wall was left behind.
[03:42.00]	she lighed another match.
[03:43.52]	now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree
[03:47.00]	It was still large and more decorated than the one she had seen though the glass door in the rich merchant's house.
[03:53.48]	Thousands of lights were burning on the great branches and gaily colored pictures
[03:57.80]	such as she had seen it in the shop windows looked down upin her.
[04:01.36]	the little maiden streched out her hand towards them
[04:05.34]	when the match went out.
[04:08.96]	the light of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher.
[04:11.52]	she saw them now as stars in heaven one fell down and formed a long trail of聽fire.
[04:18.00]	Someone is just stared', said the little girl
[04:21.77]	for her grandmother the only person who had loved her.
[04:24.83]	And it's now no more had told her
[04:26.76]	that when a star falls, a soul listens to god
[04:32.37]	She drew another match to get the warm
[04:34.29]	It was again light and the last there stood the old grandmother so bright and radiant, so miled
[04:40.26]	on the such an expression of love
[04:43.52]	Grand mother!' Cried the little one.
[04:45.50]	Oh take me with you. You go away when the match burns out.
[04:48.94]	You vanish like the warm stove like the delicious roast goose
[04:52.89]	and the magnificent Christmas tree.'
[04:55.98]	And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall.
[04:58.95]	For she wanted to quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her.
[04:52.89]	And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon day.
[05:00.39]	Never formally had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall.
[05:05.00]	She took the little maiden on her arm
[05:06.58]	and both flew in brightness and in joy, so high, so very high
[05:11.52]	and then above was neither cold nor hunger, nor anxiety,
[05:16.70]	they were with God,
[05:19.74]	but in the corner, in the cold hour of dawn sat the poor girl
[05:22.82]	with rosy cheeks  and with smiling mouth
[05:25.80]	leaning against the wall,
[05:27.36]	frozen to death on the last evening of the old year.
[05:31.58]	Stephen stock sat the child there with her matches,
[05:35.46]	of which one bundle had been burnt
[05:37.91]	she wanted to warm herself, people said
[05:41.29]	no one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen,
[05:44.89]	no one even dreamed of the splendor in which
[05:47.68]	with her grandmother she had entered on the joy of a new year.