There lived a boy Vasilyok. His grandfather was also Vasiliy, who died long ago in the war. The boy and his foal friend go to look for his grandfather. They meet infantry soldiers along the way. The boy asks them if they have seen their grandfather, Vasiliy Petrov. The infantrymen did not see. They go further, meet the plane and the pilot, the boy asks, but the pilot did not see either. The boy and the foal go on and reach the shore. There is nowhere else to go.
—Bazza the Beast