上一期我们讲到一个小女孩在除夕夜卖火柴的故事,她又冷又饿,忍不住擦亮一根火柴来取暖,第一次看到一个烤炉,第二次看到烤鹅,但火柴很快就灭了,这些美好的幻象也都没了。
She lighted another match, and then she found herself sitting under a beautiful Christmas-tree. It was larger and more beautifully decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door at the rich merchant's. Thousands of tapers were burning upon the green branches and colored pictures, like those she had seen in the show-windows, looked down upon it all. The little one stretched out her hand towards them, and the match went out.
她又擦着了一根火柴。这一回,她坐在美丽的圣诞树下。这棵圣诞树,比她去年圣诞节透过富商家的玻璃门看到的还要大,还要美。翠绿的树枝上点着几千支明晃晃的蜡烛,许多幅美丽的彩色画片,跟挂在商店橱窗里的一个样,在向她眨眼睛。小女孩向画片伸出手去。这时候,火柴又灭了。
The Christmas lights rose higher and higher, till they looked to her like the stars in the sky. Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.
只见圣诞树上的烛光越升越高,最后成了在天空中闪烁的星星。有一颗星星落下来了,在天空中划出了一道细长的红光。 “有一个什么人快要死了。”小女孩说。唯一疼她的奶奶活着的时候告诉过她∶一颗星星落下来,就有一个灵魂要到上帝那儿去了。
She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance. “Grandmother,” cried the little one, “O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree.” And she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.
她在墙上又擦着了一根火柴。这一回,火柴把周围全照亮了。奶奶出现在亮光里,是那么温和,那么慈爱。“奶奶!”小女孩叫起来,“啊!请把我带走吧!我知道,火柴一灭,您就会不见的,像那暖和的火炉,喷香的烤鹅,美丽的圣诞树一个样,就会不见的!” 她赶紧擦着了一大把火柴,要把奶奶留住。一大把火柴发出强烈的光,照得跟白天一样明亮。奶奶从来没有像现在这样高大,这样美丽。奶奶把小女孩抱起来,搂在怀里。她们俩在光明和快乐中飞走了,越飞越高,飞到那没有寒冷,没有饥饿,也没有痛苦的地方去了。
In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year's sun rose and shone upon a little corpse! The child still sat, in the stiffness of death, holding the matches in her hand, one bundle of which was burnt. “She tried to warm herself,” said some. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her grandmother, on New-year's day.
第二天清晨,这个小女孩坐在墙角里,两腮通红,嘴上带着微笑。她死了,在旧年的大年夜冻死了。新年的太阳升起来了,照在她小小的尸体上。小女孩坐在那儿,手里还捏着一把烧过了的火柴梗。“她想给自己暖和一下……”人们说。谁也不知道她曾经看到过多么美丽的东西,她曾经多么幸福,跟着她奶奶一起走向新年的幸福中去。