Today we would like to narrate one of the old favourite tale that were counted by my mom when i was a child..this was called the ancient fire-breather tale..the narration began with a small little girl who were very poor and walked alone in the dark night,the night before christmas..she has no home to return and she was not very well dressed for the cold night..she has at her feet only a old and a ruined pair of slippers and she has tried all the day to sell an ancient paquet of burning match but no one wanted to buy it so she sit alone in the dark in the angle of the streets and she began to try to lighten her paquet of burning match..every time she light up one a new thing in which she strongly believed appear:first,a big and hot roast,second a christmas tree and to end her grandmother that she called her..but everytime she tries to capture this image that goes out from the paquet of burning sticks made of wood,the image rapidly diseppear..at the very end,when whe was middle dead of cold and of hunger,the granny appears and they walked away together,hand in hand.