Русская Утопия: депозитарий

Tower of Babel

Filippov M.

Tower of Babel


When fragrant steam was still rising
From the earth washed with the waters of the flood,
They journeyed from the east
And found a plain in the land of Shi-nar.
Lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the earth,
They stopped and said.
Let us build us a city yet unseen
And a tower, whose top may reach into heaven.
And let us make us a name written in stone,
Which will never be forgotten
So that bricks held together with slime
Form a mountain, which may reach the clouds.
Their gazes are still proud, their hands still strong,
They are still of one language and one speech...


Utopia Foundation, Moscow