Amazing work. I strongly disagree. This is a very deep, incredibly human picture of a great master. The main word here is Man, and the incredible, soulful kindness of the main character to each of us. It is difficult to formulate even what exactly the picture takes so much for the soul - the more, it seems, the image is very common, especially 8 years after Khutsiev's "I am twenty years old" and "Love" Mikhail Kalik. But we look at the world through the eyes of this machinist, through her self-awareness, and the more striking the coincidences that we see.
In Soviet society, the first and main sublimation of religious feeling (if it is permissible to express so clumsy) was expressed in an increased quality of citizenship, its exaltation - and here it is felt literally in every frame. In general, the image of a personal, small, social miracle, expressed as immediate joy, is a favorite of Soviet filmmakers (on the same topic, of course, you remember the First Trolleybus by Isidor Annensky). The first two minutes embrace a sense of immense depth and humanity: everyone is important to God. You could say that the picture is pro-Soviet, but you will now go into the tram. And the typist is looking at us, just like the camera captured the filmmaker in 1972.