She doesn't sell any matches and no one gives her a copper coin.
How poor the little girl is! She is cold and hungry and shivers onward with a pale face. Snowflakes fall onto her blond hair.
There are lights at all the windows. The smell of roast goose is in the street.
She bears the hunger and sits down in the corner of a wall, she curls herself up in the apron.
The wind is getting stronger, the snow becomes a storm, she feels colder.
However she dare not return home because she didn't sell one match, so she doesn't have a penny. If she goes back, her father will beat her. What't more, her house is also cold.
Her little hands are almost frozen stiff.
Oh! A matchstick is useful for her.
The little girl takes out a match and strikes it on the wall. The match gives out a flame. When she puts her hand over it, becomes a warm and bright flame. She seems to be sitting near a stove. The flame is so nice and warm. When she wants to stretch out her feet to warm them, the flame goes out... also the stove disappears and she sitts there with a matchstick.
She strikes another. The part of the wall lit up by the flame become transparent, like a thin veil. She seems to see a table cloth covering the table in a room, where there are exquisite bowls, plates and a fragrantly roasted goose. Look! The goose has a knife and fork in its back. The goose is staggering towards her. Just then, the flame goes out and the thick wall is back in front of her.
The little girl strikes the third match. Following the light, she seems to reach a Christmas tree, which is so big and nice. It is bigger and more beautiful than one she has seen in a rich man's house. The tree with thousands of candles and colorful pictures is blinking at her. She holds out her hands but the match gose out. The candle lights go up and become bright stars. One of them falls down and a red ray of light streaks across the sky.