Haughty look

The whole nature of antiquity lurked in this fragile silhouette. She seemed to me the very embodiment of goodness, a nocturnal revelation, an accumulation of all earthly joys and sorrows. So tender, so passionate, so contradictory. At the bottom of her emerald eyes trembles something inadmissible, giving hell fire, but in her own, not a bit of remorse, but only arrogance. Hundreds of glances are directed at her alone, and in each one there is undisguised disdain, but the angel does not care: she looks intently, curving her lips, in a lewd sneer, facing judgment: she does not care, because she has already fallen as far as no other inhabitant of heaven has ever managed.