Hans Christian Andersen (often referred to in Scandinavia as H.C. Andersen) was a Danish author and poet. Although a prolific writer of plays, travelogues, novels, and poems, Andersen is best remembered for his fairy tales. Andersen's popularity is not limited to children; his stories 鈥� called eventyr, or "fairy-tales" 鈥� express themes that transcend age and nationality.
Andersen's fairy tales, which have been translated into more than 125 languages, have become culturally embedded in the West's collective consciousness, readily accessible to children, but presenting lessons of virtue and resilience in the face of adversity for mature readers as well. Some of his most famous fairy tales include "The Little Mermaid", "The Ugly Duckling", "The Nightingale", "The Emperor's New Clothes" and many more. His stories have inspired plays, ballets, and both live-action and animated films.
Den Lille Pige Med Svovlstikkerne = The Little Match Girl, Hans Christian Andersen
The Little Match Girl is a short story by Danish poet and author Hans Christian Andersen.
The story, about a dying child's dreams and hope, was first published in 1845.
It has been adapted to various media, including an animated short film, a television musical, and an animated virtual reality story called "Allumette".
On a cold New Year's Eve, a poor, young girl tries to sell matches in the street. She is already shivering from cold and early hypothermia, and she is walking barefoot having lost her slippers. Still, she is too afraid to go home, because her father will beat her for not selling any matches, and also as the cracks in the house can't keep out the cold wind.
The girl takes shelter in a nook or alley and sits down. The girl lights the matches to warm herself. In their glow she sees several lovely visions, starting with a stove, then a holiday feast where the goose almost jumps out at her, and then a Christmas tree larger than the one at the rich merchant's house.
The girl looks skyward and sees a shooting star; she then remembers her dead grandmother saying that such a falling star means someone is dying and is going to Heaven. As she lights the next match, she sees a vision of her grandmother, the only person to have treated her with love and kindness.
To keep the vision of her grandmother alive for as long as she can, the girl lights the entire bundle of matches at once. After running out of matches the child dies and her grandmother carries her soul to Heaven.
The next morning, passers-by find the girl dead in the nook, frozen with a smile on her face, and guess the reason for the burnt-out matches beside her. They feel pity for her, although they had not shown kindness to her before her death.
They have no way of knowing about the wonderful visions she saw before her death or how gloriously she and her grandmother are now celebrating the New Year in Heaven.
What a sad and melancholic fairy tale. A little girls is standing forlorn outside a building trying to sell matches. She doesn't sell anything but starts seeing beautiful things when she lights up a match. Will there be a happy ending? Well, Charles Dickens couldn't have written this story in a better way. What a haunting atmosphere. If you are looking for a great story for the season than you have found it. An absolute classic and highly recommended!
The Little Match Girl or in a literal translation "The little girl with the matchsticks", is a short story by the Danish author Hans Christian Andersen, which was first published in 1845.
Illustration by Hans Christian Andersen's original illustrator, Vilhelm Pedersen
The story starts on a bitterly cold New Year's Eve, as a poor little girl wanders the streets barefoot, trying to sell matches. She doesn't want to go home without having sold any, for fear her father might beat her. She sits down in a sheltered corner away from the snow, and sits down to rest.
The little girl starts to light the matches one after another, in an attempt to warm her hands. After each match, she sees a different beautiful scene, once of a wonderful feast with all kinds of delicious foods set out on the table, and another time of a beautifully decorated Christmas tree. The girl looks towards the sky and sees a shooting star, suddenly remembering something her grandmother told her. Her grandmother had told her that a shooting star was a portent for someone dying and going to heaven.
has been adapted numerous times, in every media imaginable. Perhaps this is because it is such a slight piece, full of pathos, and able to be expanded in many ways. Some versions nowadays change the ending, .
The story has seeped into the public's consciousness over the decades, and for this reason rates 3 stars, although it really seems more like a tableau than a story.
Man, did my mother ever hate reading this one to me, but I couldn't get enough of it!
Mom wanted so much to send me off to sleepyland with only smiley tales of princesses in frilly gowns who had happily-ever-afters, but my inner Wednesday Addams called out for this is dark, twisted tale of a doomed match seller. Perhaps my little girl-self enjoyed the romantic notion of dying alone and unloved on the street, but knowing me, it was probably some sort of schadenfruede. There I was, tucked into my warm and cozy bed, while my disturbed psyche chuckled uncontrollably at the story of another small girl who had things a whole hell of a lot worse.
Though this tale seems grimmer than Grimm, it is actually from the pen of . And, I didn't remember this bit from when my mom read the story to me:
She did not dare go home, for she had sold no matches, nor earned even one penny. If she should return home her father would surely give her a beating.
Harsh! Though, that does explain a lot . . .
This version features Blair Lent's gray, bleak illustrations which seem tailor-made for this dreariest of tales.
My advice to wayward little girls who find themselves alone, freezing, and hungry whilst possessing a bundle of matches? Try ARSON, baby! Set the lord mayor's house ablaze! You'll be warm for a while, and at least in the workhouse there'll be gruel.
This story is about a little girl who goes out at New Year鈥檚 Eve to sell matches to support her poor family. It鈥檚 freezing cold, but no one has bought a single match from her all day, so she knows she can鈥檛 go home yet. Not empty handed. Thus, she keeps going and going until she can no longer bear the cold, and she has to stop and rest. She sits down in a dark corner, and decides to use one of her matches to warm herself. However, she is still so cold that she starts hallucinating wonderful things inside the fire of her match; a warm fireplace to sit by, a delicious roast dinner to eat, and a beautiful Christmas tree to bring merry and cheer. While seeing these wonderful things inside her head, her body is slowly becoming colder and colder until she eventually freezes to death. The people who later find her cold body in the street think she tried to use the matches to keep herself alive, but in reality, the little girl was beyond happy to leave this brutal and harsh world behind, hopeful for whatever may wait for her in Heaven, believing it will surely be better than the life she had on Earth.
This story has always been such a sad one. It was written in the nineteenth century when it was far from uncommon for children to freeze or starve to death. It鈥檚 a simple story with not a lot of pomp or decoration and truly sticks to telling the tragedy of this poor, innocent child. By not making it too flowery or particular, it really manages to hit home how common (and in turn, almost normal) this type of tragedy was back then.
Love this little cute story, day by day a little bit less... my daughter ask me to read it together every night before bedtime, i am learning it by heart..... we have this paperback edition and she loves to look at the drawings.
First published in 1845.......Yep, 1845, and I'd never even heard of it. Well, take my word for it, this very sad short story of The Little Match Girl will rip your heart right out!
This is a story set on New Years Eve. It鈥檚 a very sad story. It actually made my nephew very sad. He felt for this girl. The Niece thought it was sad as well, but it didn鈥檛 seem to affect her as much. There is no happy ending in some ways. Jerry set this story in NYC in what looks like the early 1900s or so.
The girl seems invisible to others. No one notices her. She looks homeless and they are almost invisible to us in some ways. There must be a link there. At least the girl is comforted in death. This is a tale to wake you up and make you think.
I don鈥檛 think the kids knew what to do with this. I didn鈥檛 know the story either as I鈥檝e never read it. They asked if a story is very sad and makes them feel sad does that mean it鈥檚 a bad story. I told them if a story can make you feel, even a sad feeling, it鈥檚 a powerful story. I don鈥檛 think they understand that. They both decided to give the story 3 stars.
The artwork is impressionistic in ways. It did it鈥檚 job. The poor girl is so alone. It is heartbreaking. It鈥檚 a hard story.
The Little Match Girl is a classic fairy tale by Danish author, Hans Christian Anderson (1805-1875). I had not read it in full until today after I read a friend鈥檚 review of this heartbreaking story.
New year鈥檚 eve. Snow is falling. It is bitterly cold. An unnamed little girl is braving the elements to sell matchsticks so her father will not beat her. Sheltering between two houses, she tries desperately to keep warm.
Anderson engaged our sympathy for this poor child by evoking the merciless chill of winter and juxtaposing it against her silent longing for a toasty hearth and good dinner enjoyed by the more fortunate.
A gem of a story - exquisitely sad and movingly written.
What kinda twisted human being wrote this for kids!
It's storytime! I loved this book as a kid, I loved it so so much! The funny thing is I don't remember reading it but I remember holding it, I remember carrying it everywhere and I remember wishing that people talked to me about it because I didn't know what to make of that ending! I remember having to write something for school and I chose that as an excuse to bring this book with me, I remember bringing out of my school bag and then putting back in and bringing it out again just so someone would ask what's that and talk to me about it. I remember no one asking me about it and that was the reason I stopped reading!
Okay that last one was just a tiny bit dramatic, but I really think of that moment as one pf the most pivotal ones in my reading history, because if just one person would've shown interest in it with me, I would've read more and not waste like the next 10 years doing other stuff.
I remember this story more from a cartoon, I remember a song that my favorite kid's channel made about this story and I remember feeling cold. I remember a verse of that song that went like "Flower selling girl in mornings and at night it's match selling girl" I remember HATING flower selling girl because she took the morning shift and let the cold nights to the match selling girl 馃槀 I remember so many things and yet so few things 馃槶
I loved this book with my whole small heart! I still love it! This is my favorite tale, forget all the other ones, even tho I enjoyed a bit of Sinbad. And what I love still about it is that it still makes me cry to this day, to every coming day I hope. It's just so heartbreakingly real and beautiful! And I so so love that it's not ruined by adaptations to movies and other things, at least not that I know of.
Anyway, Match Selling Girl I love you forever! Flower Selling Girl, I hate you! 馃槀
I simply cannot bring myself to rate this. It's one of those bedtime stories from my childhood, that were read to me repeatedly, and that stayed carved in my memory for good.
Only, this particular one is kind of an issue for me. When you're a kid - three or four years old - you're bound to enjoy the numerous fairy tales, and think about... well, fairies, and princes, and frogs, and villains, and magic, and God knows what else. And it's great. Almost everything is great at that age, but still...
Anyway, one of the reasons I loved this story so much is the happy ending. Want me to pass that by you again? Here it goes. The happy ending.
Would you believe that? I've actually spent sixteen years of my life convinced that this little girl's Grandma really showed up out of nowhere, took the girl with her to some safe, warm, lovely place, and that this little girl lived happily... Got it?
It wasn't until someone accidentally mentioned this story, and I said how much I love it, that my wake-up call came. This girl was like: "How can you love it, when that poor little girl froze to death?". Oh, boy. Was that a moment of truth. I even had to make myself read it all over again, after so many years, just to make sure that was it. She died. She truly died.
And, I couldn't believe in fairy tales anymore. How can I, when there's a little girl freezing to death in one? That is not a fairy tale. It should be forbidden by law to let a poor child die in the cold, and read it like some joyful thing along with all the Brothers Grimm work. Now, I'm just kind of fascinated how my mind re-wrote the ending, and kept it a happy one for all those years.
So, there you have it. I love this story - happy end or not. And I hate this story. With all my heart. And, I sincerely wish someone will eventually decide to put it in the YA section. It's still not something I'd use for a bedtime-fairy-tale reading.
Every time I read it I can not really prevent myself from crying it's not just a tale for children it is deeper than that and really afford meaning, many novels of famous writers does not afford 賰賱 賲乇丞 亘丕賯乇兀賴丕 亘丕亘賰賶 :( ..貙 丿賶 賲賵卮 賲噩乇丿 丨賰丕賷賴 賱賱丕胤賮丕賱 貙 亘噩丿 賯氐丞 賲毓亘乇丞 賵 丕毓賲賯 賵 丕賰亘乇 賲毓賳賶 賵 噩賲賱丞 賲賳 乇賵丕賷丕鬲 賱賰鬲賷乇 賲賳 丕賱丕丿亘丕亍 丕賱毓丕賱賲賷賷賳
It is 22 degrees outside and frost is on the ground. Winter has finally arrived. I am sitting in the living room reading Christmas stories, and my husband just lit up our woodstove for the first time this year. The little match girl is trying to sell matches as she is wandering around the streets in the snow in her bare feet.
This is not what I had expected. While it was a wonderful story, it was also a heart wrenching one. By evening the match girl had not sold even one match and feared going home to her father without even one coin in her hand.
This story of povery made me think of the poor and how important it is to care for them throughout the year.
I think I first read it, in English, when I was about seven, but I only just got around to looking at . If it doesn't bring tears to your eyes, then your heart is truly of stone.
HANS Christian Andersen writes beautiful fairy/folk tales. Not all of them have "she/they lived happily ever after" endings. However, they have realistic endings which is what exactly make them all the more beautiful. "The Little Match Girl" is a tale about a poor little girl trying to sell matches so as to make a living. She is doing so on a freezing winter night. She is without a sweater or a jacket or a woolen coat to keep herself warm. Not a single person feels sorry for her and buys any of her matches. Some people even shoo her away. We human beings can be so heartless at times. Oh! We can have a heart at times, but it is more like a stone at times. Unhappiness and suffering is a part of life, and sometimes there is no escape from it. A countless number of films have been made on Mr. Anderson's tale. Here is the latest animated version. Enjoy! Not a single person felt sorry for her and bought any of her matches. Some people even shooed her away. We human beings can be so heartless at times. Sadness and suffering is a part of life, and sometimes there is no escape from it. Maybe you will like the story better now. Enjoy! ...
Heartbreaking... Cerpen tahun 1845 ini mengisahkan seorang gadis kecil yang cantik, menggigil dan bertelanjang kaki, yang mencoba menjual korek api di jalan pada malam tahun baru. Takut pulang karena ayahnya akan memukulinya karena gagal menjual korek api, dia meringkuk di gang di antara dua rumah dan menyalakan korek api, satu per satu, untuk menghangatkan diri. Tak seorang pun membeli korek apinya.
Ketika gadis itu menyalakan satu batang, sesuatu hal ajaib muncul. Ketika api padam, sesuatu itu hilang. Maka ia nyalakan semua koreknya ketika dilihatnya mendiang nenek yang sangat dicintainya muncul. Ia lalu terbang ke atas, meninggal dengan tenang, bersama neneknya. Keesokan harinya jenazah gadis itu ditemukan oleh seseorang. Kita tahu bibir gadis itu masih tersenyum manis.
THIS BOOK IS GONNA RUIN UR KIDS....Holy crap, what the hell is a poor kid supposed to learn from this story?? I still remember when I was 5 and how devastated I felt...