Script of the Story
This is a story that happened
long, long ago on the other side of the world. This was a time when children of
poor families were sent out to sell flowers in summer and matches in the
winter. The story takes place in mid-winter. It’s Christmas Eve. The snow is
falling and it’s nearly dark.
The Father and Little Match Girl
enter down street aisle. The father asked the little match girl who starved to
sell matches, but the little match girl and her father gave slipper freezing
the little match girl. The Little Match Girl puts on the slippers. Her father
hands her the matches which she takes and tucks into her apron.
The Little Match Girl
moves forward into the street and the Father returns back down the aisle. The
Little Match Girl meanders through the street scene trying to sell her matches.
She is hunched and cold and miserable. The street cast respond in mime to her
calls. Her father says that the little match girl should not go home until all
the matches were sold.
In the cold and the
darkness the poor little girl walked bareheaded through the falling snow. She
had no coat, no hat and no slippers. She left home with slippers on, it is
true, but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which were
her mother’s.
(Two boys enter down
street aisle) Two boys dodged roughly past her with oranges stole from the
orange seller. The Little Match Girl was knocked to the ground, her slippers
lost, her matches spilling all around. And then the boys found the little match
girl’s slipper. The boy moves away down the street aisle with her slippers.
The Little Match girl
stands in the middle of the stage holding out her matches. People shopping for
Christmas gifts pass by her. They move around the stage and pass behind her and
in front of her as they mime the scene. She holds the matches out to each
person as they pass. They turn their head away from her. She turns to hold them
out to the next person who passes. A well dressed mother and child carrying
parcels walk enter down street aisle then she offered a match to a well dressed
mother and her child, but they refused.
The Little Match Girl
trembles with cold. Fewer people pass the girl as she holds out matches to
them. They gradually leave the stage area to get into position behind the
windows. She tries to sell matches to the ribbon seller and the orange
seller. He walks away from her and exit behind window. The little
girl is left alone. She sits down in the corner on the ramp beneath the
street lamp.
Nobody had bought anything
from the little girl no one had given her a single penny!
She crept along trembling with
cold and hunger, a picture of sorrow, the poor little thing! The flakes of
snow covered her hair. From behind the windows the candles glowed. Delicious
smells of roast goose wafted through the night air for it was Christmas Eve.
The Little Match Girl grew colder and colder but did not dare to go home
for she had not sold any matches and could not bring home even a single
penny.
The little girl strikes a
match on the brick wall. Wonderful light. As she held her hands over the flame
it seemed to the little girl that she was dancing in front of a
roaring fire. It seemed that the fire warmed her and the little girl
stretched out her arms towards the fire.
The flame from the little match
went out. Little Match Girl shivers with cold and looks at burnt out match .
The fire vanished. All that was left was a burnt out match in her hand. The
little girl was so cold. She rubbed another match against the wall: it burned
brightly. Its flame lit up a window.
Inside she could see a
table. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth, upon it people placed
splendid plates and glassware. Then a large Christmas pudding was brought out.
The pudding was so huge it could barely be lifted to the table it and it was
steaming famously with a stuffing of apple and dried plums. The little girl
could smell
the goose and imagined the
taste of apples and plums on her tongue. The flame from the little match went
out.
The table and the
wonderful food vanished. All that was left was a burnt out match in her hand.
The little girl was so cold. She took another match and rubbed it against the
wall. It burned brightly.
In the next window the little girl could see a beautiful Christmas tree,
sparkling with decorations. But soon the flame from the little match
went out. The Christmas tree and the gifts, the children and the music
vanished.
The lights the little girl
had seen on the Christmas tree seemed to rise up into the sky
higher and higher. She saw them
now as stars in heaven. One fell down and formed a long trail of fire
The little girl’s
grandmother was the only person who treated the little girl with love. Before
she died, the grandmother had told the little girl that when a star falls, a
soul ascends to heaven. The little girl drew another match against the wall: it
was again light, and in the lustre there stood the grandmother, so bright and
radiant and with such an expression of love. The grandmother took the girl and
both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, where there was
neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety - they were with God.
The cold continued through
the night. Eventually morning came and light filtered over
the cold hard snow. People came
out of their warm houses wrapped in their hats and cloaks. Their feet
crunched over the snowy ground.
In the corner of the two
houses sat the little girl. She was smiling and leaning against the wall frozen
to death on the Eve before Christmas. The people in the street saw a
little girl who was cold and dead. They did not know what beautiful
things she had seen, no one dreamed of the splendour in which, with her
Grandmother. She had entered the joy of a new year.
Dialogue
of the Story
Narrator: This is a story that happened long, long ago on the
other side of the world. This was a time when children of poor families were
sent out to sell flowers in summer and matches in the winter. The story
takes place in mid-winter. It’s Christmas Eve. The snow is falling and it’s
nearly dark.
The Father and Little Match Girl enter down street aisle.
Father: Hurry up! It’s time for you to go and sell matches.
Little Match Girl: I’m so hungry! Can I have a crust of
bread?
Father: There’s no food left. Take the matches and sell them.
Then we can buy bread!
Little Match Girl: I have no shoes or slippers to wear in the
snow.
Father: Here, wear your mother’s (hands her slippers), she’s
still asleep.
The Little Match Girl puts on the slippers. Her father hands her
the matches which she takes and tucks into her apron.
Little Match Girl: Thank you Father.
Father: Don’t come home until you sell them all. Do you
understand?
Little Match Girl: Yes Father. Goodbye.
The Little Match Girl moves forward into the street and the Father
returns back down the aisle. The Little Match Girl meanders through the
street scene trying to sell her matches. She is hunched and cold and
miserable. The street cast respond in mime to her calls.
Narrator: In the cold and the darkness the poor little girl
walked bareheaded through the falling snow. She had no coat, no hat and no
slippers. She left home with slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of
that? They were very large slippers, which were her mother’s.
(Two boys enter down street aisle) Two boys dodged roughly
past her with oranges stole from the orange seller. The Little Match Girl was
knocked to the ground - her slippers lost, her matches spilling all around.
Little March Girl: Oh no! My slippers! Where are they?
Little Boy: What are you looking for?
Little Match Girl: I lost my slippers, please help me find
them!
Little Boy: Let me see….. Look! I found them!
Little Match Girl: Oh thank you!
Little Boy:Not so fast … Now they belong to me. See you!
Little Match Girl: Please no!
The boy moves away down the street aisle with her slippers.
The Little Match girl stands in the middle of the stage holding
out her matches.
People shopping for Christmas gifts pass by her. They move around
the stage and pass behind her and in front of her as they mime the scene.
Little Match Girl: Matches, matches, would you like to buy
matches?
She holds the matches out to each person as they pass. They turn
their head away from her.
She turns to hold them out to the next person who passes.
A well dressed mother and child carrying parcels walk enter down
street aisle.
Mother: I’m so glad we’ve finished our shopping.
Girl: Thank you for buying me the doll mother. It’s so
pretty.
Little Match Girl: Matches ma’m? Would you like to buy some
matches?
Mother: We don’t need matches. Get away from us.
They push past the Little Match Girl
Girl: She’s so dirty.
Mother: I know darling. Hurry!
Girl: (looks back at the Little Match Girl) Look at her
dress, mother, it’s so old and she isn’t wearing any shoes.
Little Match Girl: (Following the mother and child) Please
buy some matches. They’re only a penny.
Mother: Get away from us. (Pulling child by the hand
they exit behind window)
The Little Match Girl trembles with cold. Fewer people pass
the girl as she holds out matches to them.
They gradually leave the stage area to get into position behind
the windows. She tries to sell matches to the ribbon seller and the
orange seller.
Little Match Girl: Matches, matches! Would you like some
matches?
Ribbon Seller: Get away from me! You’ve been bothering me and
my customers all day!
Ribbon seller exists behind window. The Little Match Girls
approaches the orange seller.
Little Match Girl:Sir, Sir… please… would you like to buy some
matches? They are magical, you know.
When you light one, all your wishes come true.
Orange Seller: That’s nonsense! Those are fairy tales. Get
away from me.
Little Match Girl: But, sir, please buy one… its light will
give you the most wonderful New Year.
Orange Seller: I told you. I don’t want matches today. Why
don’t you go home, it’s a cold night.
Little Match Girl: I can’t sir, my father told me not to go
home until I sell them all.
Orange Seller: I’m sorry, I don’t need matches.
He walks away from her and exits behind window. The little
girl is left alone.
She sits down in the corner on the ramp beneath the street lamp.
Narrator: Nobody had bought anything from the little girl; no
one had given her a single penny!
She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a picture of
sorrow, the poor little thing!
The flakes of snow covered her hair. From behind the windows the
candles glowed.
Delicious smells of roast goose wafted through the night air for
it was Christmas Eve.
The Little Match Girl grew colderand colder but did not dare to go
home for she had not sold any matches and could not bring home even a single
penny.
Little Match Girl: Oh, I wish I could cover myself with
something. My hands and feet are so cold!
She looks at the matches then puts them down. She looks at them
again.
I will light just one of my matches to warm my fingers a little.
The little girl strikes a match on the brick wall.
Little Match Girl: I feel warm now. Oh, what a wonderful
light. What is that, over there?
It’s a fire. My feet and hands feel so warm.
Narrator:How the flame blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright
flame, like a candle; it was a wonderful light. As she held her hands over the
flame it seemed to the little girl that she was dancing in front of a
roaring fire. It seemed that the fire warmed her and the little girl stretched
out her arms towards the fire.
Narrator: The flame from the little match went out.
Little Match Girl shivers with cold and looks at burnt out match.
Narrator: The fire vanished. All that was left was a burnt
out match in her hand. The little girl was so cold.
She rubbed another match against the wall: it burned
brightly. Its flame lit up a window.
Lights up behind the window. Actors arrange Christmas feast.
They place each thing on the table with a flourish.
Narrator: Inside she could see a table. On the table was
spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it people placed splendid plates and
glassware. Then a large Christmas pudding was brought out. The pudding was so
huge it could barely be lifted to the table it and it was steaming famously
with a stuffing of apple and dried plums. The little girl could smell the goose
and imagined the taste of apples and plums on her tongue. The flame from the
little match went out.
Light fades out behind the window.
Little Match Girl shivers and looks at burnt out match.
Narrator: The table and the wonderful food vanished. All that
was left was a burnt out match in her hand. The little girl was so cold. She
took another match and rubbed it against the wall: it burned brightly. In the
next window the little girl could see a beautiful Christmas tree, sparkling
with decorations.
Lights up behind second window. Children are tying ribbons around
box presents and decorating a tree.
Little Match Girl: Oh, what a wonderful Christmas tree. The
lights are as bright as stars!
Narrator: Soon the flame from the little match went out. The
Christmas tree and the gifts, the children and the music vanished.
Light fades out behind window. Little match girl shivers with cold
and looks at burnt out match.
Narrator:The lights the little girl had seen on the Christmas tree
seemed to rise up into the sky higher and higher. She saw them now as stars in
heaven. One fell down and formed a long trail of fire.
Little Match Girl: Oh, there’s a star falling and it’s
leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. Someone is going to heaven!
Little Match Girl, shivering with cold, moves to ramp to sit under
street lamp.
Narrator: The little girl’s grandmother was the only person
who treated the little girl with love. Before she died, the grandmother had
told the little girl that when a star falls, a soul ascends to heaven. The
little girl drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the
lustre there stood the
grandmother, so bright and radiant and with such an expression of
love.
Little Match Girl strikes her last match. Grandmother appears
illuminated in shadow inside
the church window on stage. The Little Match Girl moves towards
her.
Little Match Girl:Grandmother, Oh take me with you - I know you
will go away when the match burns out. You will vanish like the warm fire, the
roast goose, and the glorious Christmas tree. (Match goes out)
Grandmother silently moves back into the church. The Little Match
Girl returns to stage. With her life ebbing away in the freezing cold, she
lies down on the ramp and sleeps.
Narrator: The grandmother took the girl and both flew in
brightness and in joy so high, so very high, where there was neither cold, nor
hunger, nor anxiety - they were with God.
Street woman emerges from behind window scattering paper
snowflakes as the narrator speaks.
Narrator: The cold continued through the night. Eventually
morning came and light filtered over the cold hard snow. People came out of
their warm houses wrapped in their hats and cloaks. Their feet crunched over
the snowy ground.
Street cast become aware of the Little Match Girl frozen to death
on the ramp.
They stop and surround the ramp, looking at the little girl.
Narrator: In the corner of the two houses sat the little
girl. She was smiling and leaning against the wall, frozen to death on
the Eve before Christmas.
Man in the Street: Poor child, she froze to death… on
Christmas Eve!
Woman in the Street: It’s so sad… (picks up a burnt out
match) she tried to warm herself with the matches.
Street cast leave their lanterns around the little match girl and
exit slowly, heads bowed, down the street.
The Narrator leaves her position and exits down the street. The
Little Match Girl is left surrounded by
lanterns in a pool of light.
Narrator: The people in the street saw a little girl who was
cold and dead. They did not know what beautiful things she had seen; no
one dreamed of the splendour in which, with her Grandmother she had entered the
joy of a new year.
The End
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