it reminded me my own life, as we slept at the railway station in Kiev (the same as in the movie) with my grandpa. But Kira Muratova doesn't know much about real dangers of that place... First of all cops don't let people sleep in the waiting rooms. You can sit there but you have to keep your eyes opened. As for me, I think that this allegory is raw. Neither a social drama nor an art film.
The most tragic of her films, but she hasn't lost her love and hope in children, or her fondness for the eccentrics of society. No filmmaker that comes to mind has ever showcased those we like to call 'freaks' with as much love and democracy as Muratova. What sets her apart from other 'negative' artists is that she does maintain hope in those looked down on by the 'normal' majority. Criminally overlooked auteur.