Everyone is unhappy in his own way. But not everyone can survive the grief.

Old people go to their beloved children. Their hearts are full of tenderness. Will they reach it?

An eighty-year-old stonemason from a poor Jewish town goes to Vilnius to meet his son. His boy shot at the governor! The father must see him, perhaps for the last time.

Together with the old man, his neighbor, a water carrier, set off on his way. His son has lived in America for a long time. Send papa photos of grandchildren. The neighbor hopes to meet with his son in Palestine.

The third fellow traveler is almost blissful. The grocer lost his mind when the shop burned down. I went with them just for the company. He dreams of becoming a tree and thus gaining eternal life.

They remember their bitter life, full of endless losses, grievances and disappointments.

On the way they will visit the wedding and funeral, they will meet people wise and stupid, sad and funny.

Among them, the white-haired rabbi and his daughter, dreaming of the groom, the restless horse thief and the noisy band of his children.

Is it possible a miracle? It is so important for them to find peace of mind.

"Wherever we go, wherever we go, we go and go to our children. And they go and go to the opposite side from us further and further. And we will never meet with them. "