Honore de Balzac. The elixir of longevity (№ 316591)

He saw the eyes, clear as a child's, lively eyes dead head, light, shaking it with fresh moisture; and, framed by beautiful black lashes, shone like those lonely lights that winter evening sees a traveler in a deserted field. Sparkling eyes, it seemed, was ready to throw himself on don Juan, he thought, blamed, cursed, threatened, judged, spoke, he cried, he was stuck in Dpi is Juan. He was possessed of all human passions. He expressed the most tender supplication, that Royal anger, then the love of a girl, pleading with the executioners of pardon, - in a word, it was a deep look that throws people man climbing on the last step of the scaffold. So much life shone in this fragment of life that don Juan in horror receded; he walked across the room, not daring to look at his eyes, seeing him everywhere: on the floor, ceiling and wall-hangings. The whole room was littered with the sparks full of fire, life, mind. Everywhere gleamed eyes and was chasing him like a hunted beast.