This is a sad yet satisfying story that should be seen by everyone. We all have our hopes and dreams. This little girl in the flickering light of a single match sees wonderful and beautiful things.
The Little Match Girl
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THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL (Rated-G)
... AND THEN SHE LIGHTS A THIRD MATCH ...
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The Little Match Girl (Danish: Den Lille Pige med Svovlstikkerne)
Meaning
"The little girl with the matchsticks") is a short story by Danish poet
and author Hans Christian Andersen. The story is about a dying child's
dreams and hope, and was first published in 1845. It has been adapted to
various media including animated film, and a television musical.
David's Dibs:
This
is a sad yet satisfying story that should be seen by everyone. We all
have our hopes and dreams. This little girl in the flickering light of a
single match sees wonderful and beautiful things. But then - she dies
... frozen to death beneath someone's parapace.
Her
Grandmama then comes to find her then and taking her wizened hand in
her young one they walk towards and fade into the snow, both spirit into
the infinite joy of the beyond.
A very beautiful and tearful film that I wholeheartedly recommend in these quiet and cold times. A must watch.
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Hans Christian Anderson was a fire storyteller, but he was a Dane. THey tend to see the darker side of life. Must be all that snow.
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
Snow can be depressing - especially if you are out in it. I remember a time Rose and me were waiting.. read moreSnow can be depressing - especially if you are out in it. I remember a time Rose and me were waiting for a bus and it was really coming down. She said she felt cold and awful. Finally the bus arrived and it was warm inside.
Being homeless in the snow must be a terrible thing.
10 Years Ago
I'm sure being homeless is terrible anywhere. In San Anonio, when it snows the city shuts down...
10 Years Ago
Last night I dreamed of this. I wasn't the match girl, I was the boy in the expensive carriage. The .. read moreLast night I dreamed of this. I wasn't the match girl, I was the boy in the expensive carriage. The covers were pulled over my legs.
The driver cracked his whip motioning the horses forward and looking behind me I saw her. So I said, "Wait !" The carriage stopped. My sister, younger than me in this dream asked what it was. I looked back and thought I saw a golden glow, her striking a match against the far wall.
But I could not meet her eyes, either mine or hers were cloudy, one or the other. I shook my head, "'Tis nothing I suppose. Drive on."
The driver urged the horses forward again and there was the sound of ice graining against the rims of the carriage, lulling me to relax.
I got tired and stretched my back in the carriage to get more comfortable. I could hardly keep my eyes open now. My 'sister' looked over me, "Tired ? Sleep then. Sleep forever." and - I guess I fell asleep, my head reeling back until it was under the carriage, under the snow, under - everything. And that's when I woke up.
I'm pretty sure I was supposed to learn something from this dream.
10 Years Ago
Maybe. But I don't know what. Dreams come from the subsconscious; somtimes, I suppose, guiding us in.. read moreMaybe. But I don't know what. Dreams come from the subsconscious; somtimes, I suppose, guiding us in the way we should go...
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