Arkasha the Cockroach (and Also the Cockroaches Dasha, Pasha and Sasha)

There once lived a hermit, the cockroach Arkasha. He kept seeking a way into the records of Akasha. “Am I a philosopher or what?” thought the little roach, worn out by all the mush of stuff inside his head. Then a sweetheart came along to our Arkasha. Up to his ears he got stuck in cockroach Dasha. Dasha's no philosopher, and no Akasha either, sometimes with her there's just no cooking any porridge. Dasha's more down-to-earth. He'd like that same down-to-earthness to rub off on Arkasha. The little roach got it: when he works his ass off, between him and Dasha the porridge gets sweeter. And Dasha fries up cutlets out of mince. But less and less she asks — so, you giving it or not, huh? Our Arkasha quickly got sick of it all… The mince, the porridge even, and the whiskers on Dasha… He stopped doing whatever she would point him to. So fed up he got with slaving all the time. Arkasha dropped it all. And cockroach Dasha too. She let cockroach Pasha get stuck in her instead. A hermit once again, Arkasha came to see that more and more he wants to see cockroach Sasha…