The next morning, still covered with snow everywhere, the sun first appeared in the blue sky. Everyone happily walked out of the house.
In the morning was cold, it was found in a small corner, there's a little girl selling matches with rosy cheeks, lips little girl happy smile. I died of hunger, the cold Christmas night. I sat between the matches, including one which was burned. Everyone commented on how, saying, "Maybe she wanted to warm". But certainly one thing that no one can know the wonderful things that she had seen when the match just flashes, especially the scene with her two children to fly into the sky, took the early joys each.
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