The life of the Indian tribes seemed very primitive to the pale-faced conquerors who came to their lands with fire and sword. And they themselves are backward barbarians, bloodthirsty savages, not worthy of the title of Man. The simplicity and selflessness of the Indians was perceived by the invaders as stupidity. Fearlessness and love of freedom are like anger. Spiritual power and closeness to nature are like inferiority. Can these primitive creatures perceive graceful poetry? Respond with all the strings of your soul to the magic of music?? Tremble with all your heart from unearthly love??? Of course not! But, nevertheless... In the stories “...And we will become one,” “Thanks and in spite of” and “So this is what love is!” tells the story of two generations of Indians capable of sincerely, selflessly loving. About their ardent, devoted, dreamy, sublime hearts, which for the sake of their love can overcome any difficulties and trials.