Life lessons of Inna Churikova

I broke my leg somehow. Because of the nonsense. I had a role in the sequel to Konchalovsky's film "The Story of Asya Klyachina".
There, my heroine climbs into the back of the car. The body was made of two shifted tables, but they were not connected well. I climbed in - they parted. But I, as a delicate person, allowed myself to break my leg only in the last takes - when the film was already finished.
And it turned out to be a very useful story for me: I suddenly fell out of the hustle and bustle.

She sat at home, as if under arrest, led a quiet life, read Chekhov, talked with her son and husband. I analyzed my relationships with people and understood a lot. The most interesting thing is that I found out why the disease is sent to people: so that they understand something, so that something can reach them. For example, here's what: there are many defenseless people around, they find themselves in situations from which they cannot get out without outside help.
And when I myself got into such a situation - a situation of dependence on other people - I realized that I was to blame for many. People often think: they would have to live somehow, where else is it up to others.
I remembered myself and my sins, those whom I had not helped. I had situations in which I could behave differently, be empathetic, and I ... went about my business! And I was left very unhappy with myself.
Besides, I know that my husband in exactly the same situations manifests himself from a completely different side. I remember we were still living in Leningrad then, Gleb left for a short time. It seems to be a bakery. I am waiting for him, waiting, but inside there is some terrible fear: something is about to happen now. Suddenly I hear someone scratching at the door. I open it, and this is Gleb. He was on his knees, crumpled all over from terrible pain (this, as it turned out later, was renal colic). And we both think this is the end. All. And he repeats only one thing: "What will happen to you now, what will happen to you now?"
In those moments he thought about me, he pitied me. I will never forget this! ..
You know, trials deprive you of fuss, only very important things can bother you. And further. You can give to another what you used to hide only for yourself.

Inna Churikova