A grim affair has unfolded in the town of Bryansk, where a private nursery, known as 'Alenka', has become a den of negligence and deceit. A babe, barely a year of age, suffered a closed cranial injury and a concussion—a frightful blow to the head that would make any mother's heart shudder. The news, carried by the electronic messengers of the day, reveals a story of cold indifference and cheap bribes.

One poor woman, Polina, had entrusted her child to this establishment, paying a princely sum of thirty thousand roubles a month—a fortune that should have guaranteed safety, yet bought only misery. For three months, the child attended, until the day Polina discovered a bruise upon the lad's brow. When she pressed the governess for truth, the woman stammered that the boy had tumbled from a slide during his walk. Yet, the headmistress, in a fit of cunning, forbade the governess from speaking, promising a call that never came.

At the infirmary, the surgeons confirmed the bruises. That very evening, the proprietor, a man named Dmitry, reached out with a proposal: fifteen thousand roubles to keep the matter quiet. A pittance for a child's health! But the tragedy deepened; by the morrow, the babe lost his coordination, refused his food, and wept piteously. A second visit to the medics revealed the true horror—a closed brain injury and a concussion.

Seeing the gravity of the wound, Polina spurned the coin and threatened a suit in the courts. Upon seeing the medical scrolls, the master of 'Alenka' shifted his tone, accusing the mother of mere greed, and offered thirty thousand roubles to seal her lips.

But the mother would not be bought. She sought the aid of the Investigative Committee, and the floodgates opened. Other parents, terrified but desperate, stepped forward. It came to light that a small girl of two years had her brow wounded, a fact the governesses kept hidden, like a secret sin.

Such is the state of affairs in our provinces. In Voronezh, a similar madness occurred: a lad of two years, seated at the wheel of a motor-carriage, caused a collision in the alley of Automatshchikov, steering the vehicle straight into a crowd of children while his mother watched from the passenger seat in utter helplessness.

One wonders where the morality has fled, and whether the constables and detectives shall finally sweep clean these houses of negligence.