Newborn baby killed after being thrown from fourth-floor window by five-year-old sister

A tragic incident in the Russian village of Vasilyevo has left an entire community in mourning after a newborn baby was killed when, allegedly, she was thrown from a fourth-floor window by her five-year-old sister. According to investigators, the heartbreaking event occurred while the two children were left home alone by their mother. The father was reportedly away at work at the time.

Witnesses on the street recalled hearing a young girl screaming from the apartment window just before seeing the lifeless body of the baby below. Paramedics rushed to the scene, but the 21-day-old infant could not be saved. The child had fallen more than 12 meters onto concrete, and emergency responders confirmed her death immediately upon arrival.

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