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<title>The Little Match Girl 2</title>
Her little hands were almost numbed with cold.
̏ȗ͗₽̂߂ɂł܂B
a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it.
΂̒}b`oāAǂɂtāAw߂΁Aꂪ{̃}b`łA͂قƂłł傤B
She drew one out.
͈{o܂B
"Rischt!"
@VbI@
how it blazed,
ƂPł傤B
how it burnt!
Ƃ悭R邱Ƃł傤B
It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it:
APŁAɎƂ܂ŘXĈ悤łB
it was a wonderful light.
΂炵łB
It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove,
ȏɂ́A܂ő傫ȓS̃Xg[ȗOɎۂɍĂ悤łB
with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top.
̃Xg[uɂ͂҂҂^J̑AĂ؂ɂ͐^J̏肪Ă܂B
The fire burned with such blessed influence;
̉́A܂ɏj^悤ɔR܂B
it warmed so delightfully.
ς̊тŖ悤ɁA͂܂߂܂B
The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too;
͑̂΂āA܂낤Ƃ܂B
but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished:
A--ȉ͏AXg[u܂B
she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.
ĉ́A̒̔Rs}b`łB
She rubbed another against the wall:
͂{ǂɂ܂B
it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room.
}b`͖邭RA̖肪ǂɂƂ̓F[̂悤ɓA̒܂B
On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; 
e[ȕɂ͐̂悤ɔe[uNXLA
upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums.
̏ɂ͍؂Ȏ킪ĂAĂꂽA͂ȓCグA̒ɂ̓SƊvl߂Ă܂B
And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl;
ɋƂɂ́AA͎M̏ォ҂Ɣэ~āAɃiCtƃtH[Nh܂܏̏ƕāAȏ̂Ƃ܂łĂ̂łB
when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind.
傤ǂ̂Ƃ--}b`AA₽A߂߂ǂc܂B
She lighted another match.
͂{}b`Ƃ܂B
Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree:
ƁA͍ōɑ傫ȃNX}Xc[̉ɍĂ܂B
it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.
̃c[́Al̉Ƃ̃KX˂ʂČƂ̂̂Ƒ傫AƂtĂ܂B
Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her.
̌΂̎}̏ŔRAX̃V[EChE̒ŌƂ悤ȊyF̊G낵Ă܂B
The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them
͗ւ̂΂
when--the match went out.
--̂ƂA}b`܂B
The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven;
NX}Xc[͍̌ĂAV̐X̂悤Ɍ܂B
one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.
̂̈ꗎA̔ƂȂ܂B
"Someone is just dead!"
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