Here is a portion of The Little Match Girl story, narrated in a North American accent.
English (North American)
Young Adult (18-35)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Once upon a time a little girl tried to make a living by selling matches in the street. It was New Year's Eve, and the snowy streets were deserted from brightly lit windows came the sound of laughter and singing. People were getting ready to bring in the New Year, but the poor little match seller, in her ragged dress and worn shawls sat beside a fountain, shivering from the cold. She hadn't sold one box of matches all day. The little girl's fingers were stiff, if only she could light a match, her hands shaking. She took out a match and let it what a nice warm flame! The little match seller cupped her hand over it, and as she did so she magically saw in its light a brightly burning stove. She held out her hands to the heat, but just then the match went out and the vision faded. The night seemed blacker than before, and it was getting colder. She struck another match on the wall, and this time the glimmer turned the wall into a great sheet of crystal. Beyond that sort of fine table laden with food. The little match girl held out her arms towards the plates, but then the match went out and the magic faded. Poor thing! In just a few seconds she caught a glimpse of everything the life had denied her warmth, and good things to eat. Her eyes filled with tears. She lit a third match, and an even more wonderful thing happened. There stood a christmas tree hung with the hundreds of candles glittering with tinsel and colored balls. Oh, how lovely! She exclaimed, holding up the match. Then the match burned her finger and flickered out. The beautiful christmas tree faded into darkness.
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