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.