Крайм и Панишмент

‘Crime’ & punishment.

There was a guy in our kindergarten. His name is Misha M-ko. He was tall, slim, weak, and ugly, but harmless nevertheless. I don’t remember what he actually did and I’m not 100% sure whether I knew it back then. But for whatever reason apparently our nursery-governesses got fed up with him and decided to teach Misha a lesson and the rest of us as well. (Perhaps, he wetted bed clothes during the 'calm hour' or something.) Even though my memory is obliterated about what was actually said, the thing I recall, however, is that the female pedagogue was very vocal in justifying her action.
At the entrance to the large room where we hang out there was a closet next to a kitchen where mattresses were kept. They gathered all kids there, placed Misha on a shelf, and closed its door. We were watching such an execution in horror. To spend even a minute in an unfamiliar, uncomfortable setting in the dark looked inconceivably scary to me and I believe to my peers either. Despite overwhelming fear curiosity snuck up though and I became all my ears. In the reigned for few seconds silence we were able to hear a feeble sound of his crying.