Only old people and children can have fun for real. They have nowhere to hurry.
Veterans of the First World War live in the French orphanage for the elderly.
Three of them become close friends. Two of them have long been living in this house, and the newcomer is just getting used to living in a shelter.
Despite the advanced age, and all of them to seventy or even more, they have affairs in vain.
Write letters to relatives, find out which of them the nurse is more attentive, celebrate the birthdays of all the inhabitants of the house.
The state of health is not encouraging. One of the former warriors often faints - he has a splinter in his head. Yes, and other problems in vain. The heart will take it, the head will ache.
As they say, if at seventy you woke up and you do not have anything to hurt, then you died.
Friends are saved by a sense of humor, wisdom and care for each other. They endlessly tease each other, sometimes intrigue.
Of course, "the soldiers remember the past days and the battles, where they fought together." But also about the wives and mistresses are told so that you are heard.
They spend their days on the veranda, dreaming of climbing the hilltop sometime, where slender poplars grow. They are still attracted by the wind of wanderings.
You can push back the old age. It is necessary only very much to want.