: A little boy dies, lost in the fields. Time passes, but the mother cannot forget her grief and constantly sees in a dream a son in a white shirt.

1933 year. It’s a dry summer. The entire population of the Far Eastern village moves to the huts to harvest the surviving rye and wheat. In the village are old people and children. Vitin dog Sharik howls, predicting, according to his grandmother, trouble. And trouble comes.

The aunt Zaproni’s capture is about six miles from the village. There she harvests, leaving three sons at home, the youngest of whom is only three years old.

Having landed on their mothers, the brothers go to the hitch, overcome a mountain river, a taiga saddle, a red-hot gorge and unharmed get to the hitch. The younger Petenka gets tired halfway, and the elders persuade him to go, promising to bring him to his mother. At the end of the journey, they take turns pulling him in the bollards.

Tired brothers sit under a canopy and fall asleep. Petya decides to go to mom.

The higher the water drain rose, the narrower and deeper it became, and Petenka removed from the road by the washed, collapsed edge, by the spring groove punched by a snowman to the roadside ditch.

Aprrona, meanwhile, is thinking about children. She stocked up the guests, gathered berries in the forest and wants to run into the village in the evening.Suddenly, she notices the cursed heads of the eldest sons, but there is no younger one with them. They looked for Petenka for many days, but never found. There was not a drop of blood from the boy, nor a scrap of clothing.

Forty years have passed. Apronya nursed her grandchildren, buried relatives, but for a moment did not forget about Petenka. Native ones are mourned, interred, and a child’s soul wanders somewhere in unknown spaces. And Aprone dreams about how a boy in a white shirt leaves the path between high loaves of bread.