The Little Match Man

three days, when I wasn’t looking at him, I still thought it all a dream. As soon as I had put him to rest I went to sleep myself (the noise of the rain was so soothing), and when I awoke I

from his head carefully, so as not to break the phospho

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se fortresses are painted white, and he had taken my collar for a bulw

a wall. But you see I don’t know what is little and what is big. I am so small myself tha

on my neck the light touch of his little leg and the caress of his wooden arms on my ear calling my attention

my ear being tickled and I would wave my hand as if brushing away an insect, and th

rowfully that it made me very sad. It was the only time Fiam ever entertained me with the story of his life