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Prologue
There are different impressions. Both quiet and stormy, as well as applause. They will leave a mark on the soul for a long time, and perhaps forever. This is very important.

Chapter 1
“How is your concert going?” someone asked me, I don’t remember who.
-And when did you listen to classical music?
-We haven't listened to it for about a hundred years.
-Are you already a hundred years old?
Does the younger generation listen to classical music these days? Is everything lost and hopeless in this?

Chapter 2
The masterpieces of world art are impressive. Their deep meaning in the world. Does everything depend on the creators, but also on the people themselves, on their perception, a lot also depends. Sometimes the culture of people leaves much to be desired.

Chapter 3
-Why are you so gloomy?
-The day was not a success.
-And this is your last day.
He smiled:
-Who knows?
-How do you feel? Positivity adds energy to life.

Chapter 4
- I am impressed. How the yellow roses have blossomed, reminiscent of the sun.
-And I'm impressed by yesterday's concert. "You were in great shape."
-I could barely climb the stairs because I broke my heel.
-I would walk barefoot.

Chapter 5
-There was no light, all the food was spoiled. I'm in shock.
-The trash can is nearby.
-Open all the windows.
-And the doors.
-Joker.

Chapter 6
-What can you watch on TV?
-Swan Lake.
-Turn it on.
We watched it. A classic masterpiece.

Chapter 7
-Tomorrow I'll go to the library.
-What will you take?
-Classics. And something else.
-How the steel was tempered.
- I'll feed you now, Murka. Here are some "rusks". That's what we call dry food for cats. We feed you liquid food three times a day.

Chapter 8
Everyone's full, everyone's happy. You can read a book. The phone rings:
-I'm listening to you.
The scammers are calling again, I hung up immediately. 

Chapter 9
"Do you know what impressed me today?" she asked, pouring tea into mugs.
- Well?
— The way the old man fed the pigeons in the park. It seemed like he was talking to each bird.
- Maybe that's how it was.
— Do you believe that animals understand more than we think?
He thought, looking out the window:
- If they could talk, we certainly wouldn't like what they said.

Chapter 10
The concert ended, but the music didn't go away. It swirled in my head, clinging to memories, as if asking to stay a little longer.
- Are you crying? - Someone touched her shoulder.
- No, I was just... impressed.
- What exactly?
— That even in a hundred years someone will play these notes the same way as today. And maybe someone else will cry too.

Chapter 11
"Why do people so rarely talk about important things?" she asked suddenly.
— Because they are afraid that they will not be understood.
— Or because they themselves don’t understand.
He threw a dry branch into the fire, and sparks flew into the darkness.
— Or maybe they just can’t find the words.

Chapter 12
The rain was knocking on the window as if it wanted to say something. She pressed her palm to the glass:
- You know, sometimes I think that impressions are like drops. One will evaporate, another will remain, and from some whole oceans will grow.
“Poetic,” he chuckled. “But what if it’s just rain?”
- Then I just like rain.

Chapter 13
“Why do you write?” she was asked one day.
- So as not to forget.
- What exactly?
- Something that once seemed important to me.
Impressions are like shadows. Sometimes they are barely visible, sometimes they are long and clear, and sometimes they disappear completely. But if you look closely, they are always somewhere nearby.

Chapter 14
“Do you believe in coincidences?” she asked, examining the crack in the cup.
- No. It's just the Universe's way of pretending it has a sense of humor.
- Then why did I find this very book this morning that I had been looking for for five years?
He turned the page of the newspaper and did not look up:
— Maybe you were just finally ready to read it.

Chapter 15
In the subway, a girl laughed loudly into her phone. An old woman next to her sighed:
— People used to at least pretend that they had secrets.
- And now?
— Nowadays everyone pours out their souls on the air, and then wonders why they become empty.

Chapter 16
- What are you doing?
— I listen to the silence.
- But it's completely quiet here.
- That's why you can hear it so well.

Chapter 17
She was packing her suitcase when she noticed a note between the pages of her passport:
"Remember that a return ticket is not the end of the journey."
Someone's handwriting. Not hers.
Or already hers?

Chapter 18
- Why do you always draw with the same pencil?
- Because he remembers all my mistakes.
- And what?
- And is no longer afraid of making mistakes.

Chapter 19
Night. Bus stop. Two strangers under one umbrella.
— Did you miss the last bus too?
- No. I'm just waiting for the morning.
- For what?
— To see what thoughts people wake up with.

Chapter 20
— Do you know what’s the strangest thing?
- What?
— We spend years learning to speak, and our whole lives learning to remain silent.
Some experiences are like forgotten letters in an old mailbox. You open them by chance and realize: they were addressed to you, you just didn't know how to read them then.

Chapter 21
- If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one nearby...
"It still falls," he interrupted. "But here's the question: if no one heard it, was it a sound or just a vibration of the air?"
— Isn't it the same thing?
— Just like love and chemistry in the brain.

Chapter 22
— Why do stars twinkle?
- Because light passes through the atmosphere.
- No, because they know that if they burn evenly, they will stop being noticed.

Chapter 23
— What is heavier: a kilogram of iron or a kilogram of memories?
— Iron can be put on the scales.
— And the memories are for the soul.

Chapter 24
— If time heals, why do scars remain?
- Because some lessons need to be visible.
— Even if no one but you notices them?
- Especially then.

Chapter 25
— Do you believe in fate?
— I believe that we draw the map ourselves and then call it destiny.
— But the compass still points somewhere?
- It's not a compass. It's your pulse.

Chapter 26
— Why do people search for the meaning of life?
— Because otherwise we’ll have to admit: he’s actually searching.
— And this disappoints them?
- No. It's liberating.

Chapter 27
— What is happiness?
— The moment when you stop asking this question.
- What if he comes back?
- So you're breathing again.

Chapter 28
— Is it possible to step into the same river twice?
- You can, but only if you admit that neither the river nor you are the same anymore.
- Then why come in?
— To understand that the banks also flow.

Chapter 29
— Why do we close our eyes when we pray, cry or kiss?
— Because the most important things are invisible.
- But then why are we trying so hard to examine everything?

Chapter 30
— If a mirror could talk, what would it say?
- "You are much older than you appear."
- And that's it?
- No. Also: "And much more beautiful than you imagine."

Chapter 31
— What is stronger: words or silence?
— Words hurt. Silence buries.
- What cures it then?
— A word spoken at the right time. And silence when it is needed.

Chapter 32
— Why does the past seem so wonderful?
- Because we look at it through the sieve of time. The fine sand remains, and the stones fall out.
- So the present is nothing but stones?
- No. This is unsifted sand. There is still gold in it.

Chapter 33
— What is the difference between stubbornness and being true to yourself?
— In the one who asks the question.

Chapter 34
— Is it possible to love and be free?
— Is it possible to breathe and be weightless?

Chapter 35
— Why do we say "the heart hurts" when the soul hurts?
- Because the heart is the only place where we still feel this pain. The rest is already numb.

Chapter 36
- What will remain after me?
- What you gave away, not what you kept.
 

Chapter 37. The Broken Cup
(Two women in the kitchen. One is slowly picking up shards of porcelain from the floor.)
- I said, don't touch her!
- You kept the cracked cup for ten years.
- Because he gave it to her...
- And he also gave you a child. Who is now afraid to go into the kitchen.

Chapter 38. Number 116
(A hotel room. A man is sitting on a bed, holding a gun. A maid enters.)
— Do you need fresh towels?
- I need a reason.
— Today the sunrise was pink as a bruise. Is that not enough?
(She takes the gun, puts a chocolate candy on the nightstand. Leaves. An hour later, jazz is playing in the room.)

Chapter 39. Diagnosis
(Doctor's office. A woman leafs through documents.)
- Doctor, this is a mistake. I'm just tired.
- Your tests...
- I slept for three hours for three years! Of course, my body gave in!
- Maria Sergeevna, you need help.
— I need my son to stop being afraid when I cough.
(Outside the window a boy draws a sun with black rays on the asphalt with chalk.)

Chapter 40. The Last Session
(Psychotherapist and patient. Between them there are 5 years of therapy.)
- You're right, doctor. Mom really did beat me for getting bad grades.
- And now you...
— Now I gave her a "two" for motherhood. In the death diary.
(He leaves the keys to the apartment where her body was found on the table. For the first time, the doctor does not write it down.)

Chapter 41. Metronome
(Nursing home. An old man shakes his head in time with the ticking of a clock.)
— War again?
- No, grandpa, it's a metronome.
- And Lyolka?
- Baba Lena is sleeping.
- It's strange... She didn't sleep before when the bombs fell.
(The nurse wipes his chin. The clock strikes exactly 13 times.)

Chapter 42. Black Swan
(Ballet studio. Former prima teaches a girl with cerebral palsy.)
- It won't work. You don't have the right legs.
— But the same tears.
— Dancers don't cry.
- So I'll be the first.
(There is a crack on the mirror from the shoulder to the floor. Like a scar.)

Epilogue: "Reflections"
(An empty theatre. On the stage is a chair with a theatre mask hanging on the back. A woman is walking slowly in the aisle between the rows, running her fingers along the backs of the chairs. Somewhere, water is dripping.)
"Have you come for forgotten impressions?" a voice comes from the darkness.
— I came to return the ones I took by mistake.
— Which ones, for example?
— The fear of a mother that she mistook for love. The anger of that doctor that she mistook for compassion. Your... farewell that I mistook for betrayal.
(She hangs three objects on the mask: a key, a broken pencil and a dried rose. The door creaked behind her.)
- What will we leave for the new viewers? - asks the girl with the cane.
— The ability to cry when it hurts. And laugh when it’s scary.
- This defies logic.
— That's exactly why it works.
(A ray of light falls on the mask. The sky is reflected in a puddle near the orchestra pit.)