Nights are cold so the snow was falling and crawling into the clamp. Today is the last day of the year. New Year's Eve to wish the new year. Piercing cold and dark in the winter is a poor little girl who was walking barefoot through the streets of the old dirty fabric that distinguishes her matches carry full. And on the other hand, he also held a bundle. Nobody buy matches from her all day. And no one to take her but a single red cent. Poor little dejectedly walked shivering and starving pathetically extremely
small corner between two houses. The latter filed a cross into the road rather than one after another. Little, Sit and there is little legs were curled under double figures, although the mother will feel colder and colder, but did not dare go home. The sale does not light matches. And Lazarus was not one red cent. Father and Mother would have hit me at home is very similar to cold. The roof over his head, barely dressed at all. The wind blowing through the complex. Even rags just prior to Cancun straw hole already. The wind is still unmolested to creep into the hands of a small two mother icy pale tea out of the cold. Ah ... matches this small could make me a better mother. If the mother would dare pull it out of a tie rod only. Then struck the wall Andre fingers to warm up a little of myself to pull out a match stick "Spitting" spark flashes and then blaze up. It is an extremely bright and warm flame. The candles resemble tiny little hands to protect it. A wonderful beacon Little slumber himself sitting in front of a fireplace with a brass door knob and large fires are burning warm and wonderful ... Mother feet away to England for it to warm up. The flame was extinguished briefly down. Fireplace disappears Baby sitting and holding burning match stick in hand
matches the new shaft was lit up again. It burns brightly lit This wall, which blocks light projected on the surface to become transparent like a thin pulp. Little can penetrate into the interior slope table covered with a clean white cloth. A fragile porcelain dish placed. Home plate with roasted goose stuffed with apples and prunes are a delicious smoky smolder. Moreover magic Jump off the plate roast goose waddling along the ground. Knife and fork for the next stitch cut back. It went into a little poor, and then the lights went out briefly again. I do not see anything else In addition to building the wall Kelley only
a little more match points. This time she saw herself sitting under the Christmas tree. So that more and more decorative than that she had seen through the looking glass into a wealthy merchant houses at Christmas many years ago. The thousands of candles illuminate the greenery on the branches. Colorful, graphic resembling that seen adorning the shop window looking down at her. Little hand out to grab two matches, but then it burns out. Candles on the Christmas tree gradually rising until the mother that it is the stars that emit light in the sky itself. A star falls a long way short red as the fire came down from heaven oxytocin
"a person is dying," Little Sleepwalker old grandmother who was loved by his mother and a single Karun her. But he was dead Has recounted When a meteor when it is floating souls to heaven
a little wooden cross on the wall of the shaft of light amid the glow surrounding it. Her old grandmother standing. See a bright serene And suffused with compassion Arena
"Grandma leg," Little groans. "Please take me to my grandmother said. I know that Grandma would have gone along with the mite matches like warm fireplace. A delicious roast goose, and massive Christmas tree that magically from the "mother then rushed hurriedly left in the match all tied up. Because she wants to live with her grandmother. Matches sparkling flashes into light. Brighter than the light of day Never in my life to see my grandmother and I both like this. Grandmother holding my little nephew in my arms. Then ... they went floating up, up to the place where access to the cold, hunger and fear strike. .... Both had gone to the Paradise already
in the early morning of the following day Piercing cold. Little sitting tucked away in the corner curl two houses. Cheeks still pink Op smile still on his lips. But little ice, then died on the last night of the old year itself. The dawn of a new year is projected to be a wee lifeless putty. Leaning back, which is based there. Vestas used almost completely abandoned by the other wherever you are. People are still trying to criticize the little grill to warm. But no one will know that I have seen something beautiful little perseverance and a delight not just to float away with the old grandmother. Happiness peaceful New Year. In the next life ..... Read on: https://www.gotoknow.org/posts/4796
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