Tóm tắt Cô bé bán diêm bằng tiếng Anh

Câu hỏi: Tóm tắt Cô bé bán diêm bằng tiếng Anh

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Bài mẫu 1

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was walking through the streets. Of course when she had left her house she'd had slippers on, but what good had they been? They were very big slippers, way too big for her, for they belonged to her mother. The little girl had lost them running across the road, where two carriages had rattled by terribly fast. One slipper she'd not been able to find again, and a boy had run off with the other, saying he could use it very well as a cradle some day when he had children of his own. And so the little girl walked on her naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried several packages of matches, and she held a box of them in her hand. No one had bought any from her all day long, and no one had given her a cent.

Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along, a picture of misery, poor little girl! The snowflakes fell on her long fair hair, which hung in pretty curls over her neck. In all the windows lights were shining, and there was a wonderful smell of roast goose, for it was New Year's eve. Yes, she thought of that!

In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected farther out into the street than the other, she sat down and drew up her little feet under her. She was getting colder and colder, but did not dare to go home, for she had sold no matches, nor earned a single cent, and her father would surely beat her. Besides, it was cold at home, for they had nothing over them but a roof through which the wind whistled even though the biggest cracks had been stuffed with straw and rags.

Her hands were almost dead with cold. Oh, how much one little match might warm her! If she could only take one from the box and rub it against the wall and warm her hands. She drew one out. R-r-ratch! How it sputtered and burned! It made a warm, bright flame, like a little candle, as she held her hands over it; but it gave a strange light! It really seemed to the little girl as if she were sitting before a great iron stove with shining brass knobs and a brass cover. How wonderfully the fire burned! How comfortable it was! The youngster stretched out her feet to warm them too; then the little flame went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the burnt match in her hand.

She struck another match against the wall. It burned brightly, and when the light fell upon the wall it became transparent like a thin veil, and she could see through it into a room. On the table a snow-white cloth was spread, and on it stood a shining dinner service. The roast goose steamed gloriously, stuffed with apples and prunes. And what was still better, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled along the floor with a knife and fork in its breast, right over to the little girl. Then the match went out, and she could see only the thick, cold wall. She lighted another match. Then she was sitting under the most beautiful Christmas tree. It was much larger and much more beautiful than the one she had seen last Christmas through the glass door at the rich merchant's home. Thousands of candles burned on the green branches, and colored pictures like those in the printshops looked down at her. The little girl reached both her hands toward them. Then the match went out. But the Christmas lights mounted higher. She saw them now as bright stars in the sky. One of them fell down, forming a long line of fire.

"Now someone is dying," thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star fell down a soul went up to God.

She rubbed another match against the wall. It became bright again, and in the glow the old grandmother stood clear and shining, kind and lovely.

"Grandmother!" cried the child. "Oh, take me with you! I know you will disappear when the match is burned out. You will vanish like the warm stove, the wonderful roast goose and the beautiful big Christmas tree!"

And she quickly struck the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother with her. And the matches burned with such a glow that it became brighter than daylight. Grandmother had never been so grand and beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and both of them flew in brightness and joy above the earth, very, very high, and up there was neither cold, nor hunger, nor fear-they were with God.

But in the corner, leaning against the wall, sat the little girl with red cheeks and smiling mouth, frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. The New Year's sun rose upon a little pathetic figure. The child sat there, stiff and cold, holding the matches, of which one bundle was almost burned.

"She wanted to warm herself," the people said. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, and how happily she had gone with her old grandmother into the bright New Year.

Bài mẫu 2

The girl who sold the matches had a very poor background. My mother died, she passed away, living in a dark corner, I always had to listen to the curse words of my father. On New Year's Eve, it was cold, the snow was white, I was alone selling matches in the middle of an empty street, I was sitting in a corner, I lit a match to warm up. The little girl sat and lit the matches and in front of her eyes appeared the fireplace, the dining table with a roast goose, the Christmas tree, and then I saw my grandmother, the two of them soaring high back home. worship god. Every time the match goes out, reality reappears in front of my eyes, in turn I think of my father scolding me for not being able to sell matches, the streets are deserted and cold, the snow is falling, the north wind is blowing, and the passersby rush to worship. in front of the poor girl. The next morning, the little girl died on New Year's Eve.

Bài mẫu 3

In the snowy New Year's Eve, there was a poor girl who sold matches from a poor family, orphaned, bare-headed, barefoot, and hungry, groping in the dark. I didn't sell any matches all day. I did not dare to go home because I was afraid that my father would scold me. Cold and hungry, the little girl huddled in a corner of the wall and lit a match to warm herself up. I lit the first match and the fireplace appeared. I lit the second match, and a sumptuous table appeared. Then I lit the third match and the Christmas tree appeared. Lighting the fourth match, I met my grandmother. The next morning, the little match girl died in the cold.

Bài mẫu 4

 The story is about a poor girl who lost her mother, living with a harsh father who drank and beat her children. The girl had to sell matches to bring money back to her father or she would be beaten. Last night of the year, it was freezing cold outside, the little girl went barefoot because one shoe was run over by a carriage and the other was thrown by a mean boy, but she did not dare to go home because she had not sold any matches. The little girl crouched in a corner between the two houses hoping to keep some warmth and then dared to light a match to keep warm. The first stick is lit, the fireplace appears. The second stick flicked up, the dining table and the goose rotated in front of them. The third stick is flicked, and the Christmas tree appears. And the fourth match brought back the image of a gentle grandmother. But everything disappeared when the match went out and the little girl froze to death. On New Year's Day, the street shows an image of an angel with a smile on his lips lying on the white snow. The little girl went to heaven with her grandmother.

Bài mẫu 5

The Little Match Girl is a story about the fate of a poor child who has to sell matches to live. On a snowy New Year's Eve, the sky was dark, the baby had to walk barefoot on the cold snow, his feet were red and bruised. I tried to find a place where many people went to sell matches, but no one cared about me, they rushed home to avoid the terrible cold. Hungry and cold at the same time, but couldn't come back without selling any matches because I was afraid my father would beat me. I was so tired, I had to sit against the wall next to the house, which was brightly lit with the smell of roasted goose!

Hungry, cold, the baby has dreams, fantasies through each match. In the light of the match, your dreams are beautiful, but also fragile because how long does a match burn? Finally, when the fire is extinguished, everything that is beautiful (it's just an illusion) will vanish immediately.

And finally, the baby died under the heavy snow when he dreamed that his grandmother took his hand and flew up high, forever, no longer hungry, cold, sad, and threatened.

The author seems to want to compare the extreme hunger and cold of a baby selling matches with the happy and prosperous life of every family on New Year's Eve. It seems that everyone has turned their backs on me, indifferent to my life. I was really abandoned in the middle of a rich, rich life. That is the humanitarian meaning of the work, the heart of Andersen with the miserable and miserable lives.