"Akh, kak trudno proshchat'sya! No vozvrashchat'sya inogda yeshche trudneye"… Spustya chetyre tyazhelykh goda voyna, nakonets, zakonchilas'… Ernst i yego frontovyye tovarishchi vozvrashchayutsya domoy — v gorod, kotoryy nekogda pokinuli yeshche det'mi… Oni vozvrashchayutsya, chtoby zhit' i iskat' svoye istinnoye prednaznacheniye. No put' k mirnoy zhizni okazhetsya kuda boleye slozhnym, chem tot, kotoryy im prishlos' proyti na voyne…