Дрозофіла над томом Канта

Pavlik is a philosophy teacher. He calls himself a Drosophila, a fly without a voice and without truth. The man contemplates Holosiivsky Park from his balcony, drinks wine from a mug, writes obituaries for his colleagues and gives lectures. Books interest Pavlik more than women, freedom excites him more than loneliness. Lost in a whirlpool of annoying colleagues, former lovers and endless drinking, Pavlik writes love letters. He receives answers, but at one point he stops. The Drosophila circles over Kant's volume, just as a lonely Pavlik does around the image of a mysterious woman./Pavlyk - vykladach filosofiï. Vin nazyvai͡e<br>sebe drozofiloi͡u, mushkoi͡u bez holosu<br>ta bez pravdy. Cholovik spohli͡adai͡e z balkona<br>Holosiïvsʹkyĭ park, p"i͡e z kukhlyka vyno,<br>pyshe koleham nekrolohy ta chytai͡e lekt͡siï.<br>Knyz͡hky t͡sikavli͡atʹ Pavlyka bilʹshe, niz͡h z͡hinky,<br>svoboda khvyli͡ui͡e bilʹshe, niz͡h samotnistʹ.<br>Zahublenyĭ u vyri nastyrlyvykh koleh,<br>kolyshnikh kokhanok i neskinchennoï pyi͡atyky,<br>Pavlyk pyshe lysty pro li͡ubov. Otrymui͡e<br>vidpovidi, ale v odyn moment perestai͡e.<br>Drozofila kruz͡hli͡ai͡e nad tomykom Kanta,<br>i͡ak samotniĭ Pavlyk - navkolo obrazu<br>zahadkovoï z͡hinky.

Pavlik is a philosophy teacher. He calls himself a Drosophila, a fly without a voice and without truth. The man contemplates Holosiivsky Park from his balcony, drinks wine from a mug, writes obituaries for his colleagues and gives lectures. Books interest Pavlik more than women, freedom excites him more than loneliness. Lost in a whirlpool of annoying colleagues, former lovers and endless drinking, Pavlik writes love letters. He receives answers, but at one point he stops. The Drosophila circles over Kant's volume, just as a lonely Pavlik does around the image of a mysterious woman./ Pavlik - teacher of philosophy. He calls
I feel like a fruit fly, a fly without a voice
but without the truth. A man contemplates from the balcony
Goloseevsky Park, drinks wine from a mug,
he writes obituaries to colleagues and gives lectures.
Pavlik is more interested in books than women,
freedom is more exciting than loneliness.
Lost in the maelstrom of annoying colleagues,
ex-mistresses and endless drinking,
Pavlik writes letters about love. Gets
answers, but stops at one point.
Drosophila circles over Kant's volume,
like a lonely Pavlik-around the image
a mysterious woman.