: The boy is trying to grow a tree, but nothing comes of it. In autumn, the grandmother brings a larch sprout from the forest, and they plant it together.

During the flood, the boy Vitya, on whose behalf the story is written, becomes ill with malaria. Grandmother tries to treat him: she whispers a prayer from all ailments, sprinkles holy water, uses herbs and powders from the city and speaks on dry aspen. Despite his grandmother’s efforts, Vitya does not leave the disease. Then the aunt takes up the case and suddenly pours a scoop of ice-cold water over the scruff of the boy to “scare off” the fever. After this “treatment” Vitya begins to shake not only in the mornings and evenings, but also at night. Grandmother gives the boy a hina, he stalls and begins to "live as if in himself."

Vitya finds for himself a "secret corner" in the corner of the garden, behind the hayloft. There used to be old carts and sledges. Grandfather removed them, and the slider covered the exposed earth. There Victor plays all summer. Sometimes a birdcatcher flies to him, to which the cat got to its nest and ate the chicks.

I fell asleep in a quiet, inaudible rain and thought that it would be nice to plant a tree on “my land”. It would grow big, big, and a bird would make a nest on it.

Victor finds behind a bath of sprouts, sits it in the corner and already represents the huge blossoming tree.But the sprout, according to my grandmother, turned out to be wild buckwheat. Vitya became upset, and he stops walking for the hayloft. By this time, the boy is recovering, and his grandmother begins to let him out into the street.

In autumn, a grandmother brings a basket of herbs from the forest. Vitya finds in it a sprout of larch. Together with their grandmother, they dig a large hole behind the hayloft, fill it with manure, black earth and plant a sprout. Vitya again begins to dream, and all the time he asks his grandmother when his tree will grow, to which grandmother answers: trees grow for everyone.