One newlywed had to move to the desert with her husband shortly after marriage. He had grown up in the city since he was six, so the desert seemed very gay and desolate to him. He doesn't even like where the accommodation is. The village has a dilapidated shed, gray desert, hot weather, indigenous neighbors. No one there can speak any language other than the indigenous language. In the scorching heat he began to spend time in helpless loneliness. Meanwhile, one day her husband moved away from the village for a few days in search of work. He then wrote a letter to his mother saying that these indigenous people could no longer adapt to their culture. So he is coming back home. A few days later, his mother sent him a letter. It read: "Two Lakes looked out of the prison gates, one saw the mud and the other the stars in the sky opened his insights on this line of letter. This time he changed himself, not the environment. Began to be friendly with the indigenous neighbors. Discover the beauty of the desert in your mind. His world changed. In a short time, the place seemed to him a new world, a new world. A new joy.