Ihara Saikaku. The history of love Affairs of a lonely woman (№ 298466)

Under the window was a crowd of many babies. On the head they wore hats from a Lotus leaf, and below the belt they were smeared with blood. A score of them was ninety-five or six, and they are all crying, barely audibly murmured: "Get back!"
Ah! It is true, the very Obama, which goes so many horror stories!
I was looking at them, and they began in chorus to chide me:
- About the cruel, heartless mother!
"So this means, the children whom I once threw out with the emotional pain I thought. - Oh, if I successfully raised my kids, I would now be more numerous family of the clan of the WADA! What happiness it would have been!" - I recalled with longing and remorse for the irrevocable past. Soon the Ghost began to melt, and vanished without a trace.