STORIES OF HANS ANDERSEN
PUT INTO BASIC ENGLISH
BY

C HUGHES HARTMAN
Writer of "Charles II and Madame"

LONDON
KEGAN PAUL, TRENCH TRUBNER & Co., Ltd.

BROADWAY HOUSE, CARTER LANE E.C.
1937


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THE LITTLE MATCH-GIRL

Alternate Translation

    It was very cold and almost dark at nightfall on the last day of the old year, and the snow was falling quickly. In the cold and the dark, a poor little girl with her head and feet uncovered was going through the streets. It is true that she had had on some shoes when she came away from her house, but they were of no use to her because of their great size. They had, in fact, been her mother’s, and the poor little girl had been unable to keep them on her feet when she was running to get out of the way of two carriages which were coming down the street much more quickly than they had any business to do. One of her shoes she never saw again, and a boy took the other and went off with it, saying that he would be able to make use of it as a baby’s bed when he himself had a family. So the little girl went on with her uncovered feet, which were quite red and blue from the cold. She had a number of matches in a bit of an old dress, and one box of them attempt to keep herself Warm. She had put her little feet under her, but she was unable to keep off the cold, and fear kept her from going to her father’s house because she had got nothing in exchange for her matches and was unable to take back any money. Her father would certainly give her a whipping; and, in addition, it was almost as cold in the house as it was here, because they had no cover but the roof, through which the Wind came with a great noise, though the greatest holes had been stopped up with dry grass and bits of old clothing. Her little hands Were almost stiff with the cold. Ah! Possibly a burning match might be some good, if she was able to take it out of the box and get it lighted by rubbing it against the wall, so that she might get her fingers warm. She took one out -- it made a strange noise while it was burning. It gave a warm bright light, like a little wax-light, while she put her hand over it. It was truly a surprising and beautiful light. It seemed to the little girl as if she was seated by a great iron heater with polished brass feet and a brass ornament. The fire was burning and seemed so beautifully warm that the little girl put out her feet as if to get them warm, when suddenly the flame of the match went out, the picture went from view, and she had only the rest of the half-burned match in her hand.
    She gave another match a rub on the wall. There was a burst of flame, and in its light she seemed to be able to see through the wall and into the room on the other side of it. The table was covered with a table-cloth as white as snow, and on it were a number of plates for food, and a steaming goose1 full of apples and dry fruits. And it was even stranger when the goose, jumping down from the table, came across the floor to the little girl with a knife and fork in its chest. Then the match went out, and she was unable to see anything but the thick, wet, cold wall before her.
    She got another match lighted, and then she seemed to be seated under a beautiful Christmas-tree. It was higher and had more beautiful ornaments than the one she had seen through the glass door at the house of the well-off tradesman. Thousands of wax—lights were burning on the green branches, and coloured pictures, like those which she had seen in the store-windows, were looking down on it all. The little girl put out her hand in their direction, and the match went out.
    The Christmas lights went up higher and higher till they seemed to her to be like the stars in the sky. Then she saw at star coming down with a bright line of fire at the back of it. "Somebody is on his death-bed," was the little girl's thought ; because her mother's old mother, the only person who had ever had any love for her and who was now dead, had said to her that when a star came down, somebody’s soul2 was going up to God. She gave another match a rub on the wall, and there was a bright light round her; in the middle of the light her mother's mother came into view, clear and bright, but kind and loving. The little girl gave a cry : " Oh, please take me with you ; I am certain that you will go away when the match is all burned ; you will suddenly go from view like the warm fire, the cooked goose, and the great, beautiful Christmas-tree." And she quickly went on lighting all the matches, because she had a strong desire to keep the old woman there. And the matches gave a light which was brighter than the middle of the day, and the old woman had never seemed to be so great or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and together they went up to the bright sky far over the earth, where there was no cold, or need of food, or pain, because they were with God.
    In the early morning the poor little girl was seen resting against the wall with white face and smiling mouth ; she had come to her death through the cold on the last night of the old year ; and the New Year's sun came up, its light falling on the little dead body. The little girl was still seated, stiff in death, gripping in her hand the matches, one box of which was used up. " She was doing her best to get warm," said some; but it was not possible for anyone to get even an idea of the beautiful things she had seen or the happy existence she had been taken to on New Year’s day.
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THE LITTLE SEA-GIRL

    Far out in the sea, where the water is as blue as the bluest flower, and as clear as the clearest glass, it is very, very deep -- so deep in fact that it would not be possible for any ship’s hook to get down to the bed of the sea, and a number of high churches placed one on another would not get from the sea-bed to the top of the waves. There is the land of the Sea King. Get out of your mind the idea that there is nothing on the bed of the sea but yellow sand. No, there are the strangest flowers and plants there, the leaves and stems of which are so readily bent that they are put into motion by the smallest waves in the water. Fishes great and small go slipping between the branches like birds among the trees here on land. In the deepest place of all is the great house of the Sea King. Its walls are made of red sea-stone, and the long pointed windows are the clearest yellow jewels. The roof is formed of shells1 which may be seen ...
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