Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening--the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.
最冷的是；下雪了，天几乎完全黑了， 晚上——一年中的最后一个晚上。在这寒冷和黑暗的地方 街上有一个可怜的小女孩，光着头，赤身裸体。 脚。当她离开家时，她确实穿着拖鞋。但什么是 那有什么好处呢？这是一双很大的拖鞋，是她妈妈的 至今已磨损；它们是如此之大；可怜的小东西失去了它们 当她拖着脚步穿过街道时，因为有两辆马车 滚过的速度快得可怕。
One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.
一只拖鞋却无处可寻；另一个已被抓住 一个顽童，他就带着它跑了；他认为这对 当他有一天或有一天自己要生孩子时，他会为他提供一个摇篮。所以 小姑娘赤着小脚走着，脚很红 和寒冷的蓝色。她的旧围裙里装着一些火柴， 她手里拿着一捆。没有人买过任何东西 她这一整天；没有人给过她一分钱。
She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!
她又冷又饿，浑身颤抖，蹑手蹑脚地走着——这正是她的写照。 悲伤吧，可怜的小东西！
The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.
雪花覆盖了她金色的长发，美丽地垂落下来。 卷曲在她的脖子上；但当然，她现在从来没有 想到。所有窗户里的蜡烛都闪闪发光，闻起来很香 美味的烧鹅，因为你知道今天是除夕夜；是的，的 她这么想。
In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other, she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold too, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.
在两栋房子形成的角落里，其中一栋比另一栋先进 另外，她坐下来，蜷缩在一起。她的小脚丫 她已经靠近了她，但她却变得越来越冷，并且要走开。 她没有冒险回家，因为她没有卖掉任何火柴，可以 不带一分钱：她肯定会从她父亲那里得到 刮风，家里也很冷，因为她上面只有屋顶， 尽管最大的裂缝已经被风吹过 用稻草和破布堵住了。
Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. “Rischt!” how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.
她的小手都快冻僵了。哦！一场比赛可能负担得起 只要她敢于从这个世界中拿走一个，她就会得到一个舒适的世界 捆起来，把它拉到墙上，然后用它温暖她的手指。她画了 一出。 “利希特！”它多么耀眼，多么燃烧！那是一个温暖、明亮的 火焰，就像蜡烛一样，当她把手放在它上面时：这是一个美妙的 光。对这个小姑娘来说，她真的就像坐着一样 在一个大铁炉前，有抛光的黄铜脚和黄铜 顶部的装饰品。火焰熊熊燃烧，具有如此神圣的影响力；它变暖了 如此令人愉快。小女孩已经把脚伸出来了 也温暖他们；但是——小火苗熄灭了，火炉消失了：她 她手里只剩下燃尽的火柴了。
She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl; when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.
她在墙上又擦了一把：它燃烧得很明亮，而那里 光线落在墙上，墙壁变得透明，就像 面纱，这样她就可以看到房间里的情况。桌子上铺着一张 雪白的桌布；上面放着精美的瓷器， 烧鹅以苹果馅儿和干制的馅儿而闻名 李子。更值得一看的是，鹅跳了起来 从盘子上下来，在地板上打滚，里面插着刀叉 乳房，直到它到达那个可怜的小女孩；当——比赛进行时 出去后，除了厚厚、冰冷、潮湿的墙壁外，什么也没有留下。 她又点燃了一根火柴。现在她坐在最下面 宏伟的圣诞树：它仍然比以前更大，装饰也更多 她在富商的玻璃门里看到的那个 房子。
Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.
万千灯火在绿枝上燃烧， 色彩鲜艳的图画，就像她在商店橱窗里看到的那样，看起来 压在她身上。小少女向他们伸出双手 当——火柴熄灭了。圣诞树的灯光升得更高了 更高处，她现在看到它们就像天上的星星。一个摔倒了 形成了一条长长的火迹。
“Someone is just dead!” said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.
“有人刚刚死了！”小女孩说；为了她年迈的祖母， 唯一曾经爱过她的人，现在已经不复存在，告诉过她 她认为，当一颗星星坠落时，一个灵魂就会升到上帝那里。
She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love.
她在墙上又划了一根火柴：天又亮了，在 老祖母站在那里，光彩照人，那么明亮、容光焕发、那么温和， 并用这样的爱的表达。
“Grandmother!” cried the little one. “Oh, take me with you! You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!” And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.
“祖母！”小家伙叫道。 “哦，带上我吧！你走吧 当火柴燃尽时离开；你像温暖的火炉一样消失 美味的烤鹅，就像华丽的圣诞树！”并且 她在墙上飞快地擦着整捆火柴，因为 她想确保祖母能留在她身边。并且 火柴发出如此耀眼的光芒，比以前更亮。 中午：祖母从来没有如此美丽和美丽。 这么高。她把小姑娘抱在手臂上，双双飞了进来。 亮度和欢乐如此之高，如此之高，然后上面既没有 寒冷，饥饿，焦虑——他们与上帝同在。
But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. “She wanted to warm herself,” people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.
但在寒冷的黎明时分，可怜的女孩坐在角落里， 脸颊红润，嘴角含笑，靠在墙上——冻僵了 于旧年的最后一个晚上去世。僵硬而荒凉地坐着 孩子拿着火柴，其中一捆已经烧毁了。 “她 想取暖，”人们说。没有人有丝毫怀疑 她见过多么美丽的事物；没有人梦想过 她和她的祖母一起进入了一个辉煌的时代 新的一年。