Never in my life have I taken anything
Without asking
Nor have I stolen the tiniest little thing
From anybody
Like everybody, I have shouldered life’s burden
And I have always chosen the honourable path
But (I am telling this as it was) I did steal
My wife, a Yamkina by birth
This is how it was: quietly quiet,
And the blue of a clear day:
“Steal me! Take me away!”
Her heart whispered to me
And so I stole her
(Lyubov Nenyang)