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داستان The Little Match Girl دختر کبریت فروش

سلام زبان آموزان گرامی

فکر کنم کمتر کسی باشه که کارتون دختر کبریت فروش رو ندیده باشه یا چیزی ازش جایی نشنیده یا نخونده باشه. امروز میخوام یکی از بهترین و غمگین ترین داستان از داستانهای هانس کریسشن اندِرسِن رو در اختیارتون قرار بدم که بیتردید خوندنش احساسات هر انسانی رو بر می انگیزانه.

 

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درباره نویسنده

Hans Christian Andersen هانس کریسشن اندِرسِن دوم آپریل ۱۸۰۵ در جزیره فونِن واقع در دانمارک متولد شد. او در یک خانواده فقیر رشد کرد. پدرش کفشساز و مادرش خانه دار بود. با این که وضعیت مالی خوبی نداشتند، هانس به خوشی زندگی میکرد. در بچگی پدرش برای او داستانهای زیادی تعریف میکرد اما در سن ۱۴ سالگی پدرش را از دست داد و از آن پس، وی زندگی سختی را گذراند. مادرش مجبور شد برای امرار معاش و ادامه زندگی، به رختشویی در خانه های مردم مشغول شود.

حرفه هانس نوشتن داستانهای کودکانه بود. از آثار مهم او میتوان به داستانهای The Little Match Girl (دختر کبریت فروش)، The Ugly Duckling (اردک بچه زشت) {که به زندگی خودش مرتبط هست}، The Emperor’s New Clothes (لباس جدید پادشاه)، The Little Mermaid (پری دریایی کوچولو) The Nightingale (بلبل)، The Snow Queen (ملکه برفی) و … اشاره کرد.

 

مشخصات کتاب

  • نام کتاب: The Little Match Girl
  • نویسنده: Hans Christian Andersen
  • سطح: ۱
  • انتشارات: Beijing Foreign Language Audio-Visual Publishing House

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Please Login or Register to see the link.Please Login or Register to see the link.Chapter 1 | A Girl and a Match

 

 

A shape moved through the dark streets. It was terribly cold and it was snowing. The shape slowly came closer. It was a little girl.

Her clothes were dirty, and she had no shoes. Some time ago she had slippers.

Unfortunately, she lost them.

Her shoes were once her mother’s.

But they were so big.

One day, when she was running across a street, they fell off. The snow was falling from the beautiful winter sky.

It was New Year’s Eve. The streets were almost empty now. Everyone was inside their warm homes.

The little girl walked in the snow with bare feet.

In her hands, she was carrying some matches. Every day, she went out to sell matches.

But today she didn’t sell any.

She was so cold but she couldn’t go home.

When she didn’t sell any matches, her father would beat her.

“Oh! I am so hungry,” she said.

“I want to eat something. I am so cold too,” she thought.

She walked past some houses.

Through the windows, she could see bright lights shining.

Then, she smelled some meat roasting.

It was painful to her.

She was so hungry.

“I want to eat that delicious meat,” she thought.

“So many people are spending a wonderful time with their families. They are eating wonderful food.”

On this terrible day, she found a corner and sat down.

She tried to warm herself.

But she only became colder.

Her body was like ice.

She rubbed her hands together to make them warm.

It was useless.

“Ah! The matches,” she thought.

“Just one! It will make my hands warmer,”

She took one match and struck it against the wall.

She was amazed.

“Oh, it is so beautiful!” she thought.

She felt the warmth from that one tiny match.

Suddenly, everything became very strange.

The little girl was in a new place.

There was a large stove in front of her.

“What is this?” she asked.

“This stove is so warm.”

She felt the warmth from that wonderful stove.

“I want to stay here forever.”

She put her hands closer to the stove.

In a flash, everything was gone.

She looked at her hand.

In her hand was the burnt match.

She felt very disappointed.

 

 

Please Login or Register to see the link.Please Login or Register to see the link.CHAPTER 2 | Journey to Paradise

 

 

“I will light another match,” she thought.

“Maybe the stove will come again.”

Again, the match sparkled like a diamond in the cold night air.

This time was very different.

She could see a wonderful room.

“Oh, how wonderful it is. she cried out.

There was elegant furniture.

On the table was an feast.

In the middle was a big goose.

The smell was mouth-watering.

The little girl watched all of this.

“I want to eat the delicious food.” she thought.

“I want to sit in the elegant chairs.”

Suddenly the goose rolled toward the poor little girl.

She tried to get it, but it all disappeared.

There was nothing left but the burnt match.

Without thinking, she took another match and lit it.

She wanted to see that wonderful sight again.

This time, she was sitting under the most amazing Christmas tree.

This scene was so much better than any of the others.

She wanted to touch one of the candles.

She lifted her hands toward the tree, but all the candles rose higher and higher.

The candies became the stars.

She watched one of them falling.

It made a fiery line in the sky.

The little girl then thought of her grandmother.

Her granny died many years ago.

She was the only person who was kind to the little girl.

“A person is dying somewhere,” she whispered.

“Granny told me that when a star falls through the sky, the person’s soul goes up to heaven.”

She felt very sad.

She missed her grandmother very much.

She immediately lit another match.

It was brighter than all of the other matches.

She watched the center of the light.

Slowly, the shape of her grandmother appeared.

Her face looked so gentle and kind.

“Granny!” she cried out.

“I miss you so much. I am so sad without you. Please take me with you.

Don’t disappear when the match goes out.

I don’t want you to leave me again.”

Then the little girl had an idea.

She lit the rest of the matches.

The matches shone so brightly.

The grandmother took the little girl in her arms.

The little girl felt safe with her grandmother now.

They flew higher and higher into the air.

The grandmother took the little girl to paradise.

In that place, the girl never felt cold again.

She never felt hungry or sad again.

She could live happily with her loving grandmother.

 

 

 

از رضا بخشی لاکتاسرائی

سلام، من متولد 14 تیر 1372 از شهرستان رضوانشهر استان گیلان هستم و در حال حاضر دانشجوی رشته مترجمی زبان انگلیسی در دانشگاه آزاد واحد رشت میباشم.

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