Astana city plan and “Charge of the Light Brigade”

As promised I wrote earlier that I would show photos of the 1:600 scale plan of the city of Astana, Kazakhstan.  I would use the adjective “ambitious” to go with this vision of the Kazakh government that was created by a Korean company in 2008.  Some of these buildings should be in place by 2030, some already exist and are easily recognizable to anyone who spends any length of time in Astana.  For me, it was good to see that the right bank is the old part of the city that was built up by the Soviets and the left bank is where all the governmental, new buildings and tourist attractions are.  I think if you take a map and go to Independence Hall to see for yourself, you will make sense of this city far quicker.  I wish we had done that over three months ago when we first arrived in Astana.  See if you can find the Baiterek, the Pyramid and the New University Astana in these pictures.

So, why do I also add “The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Lord Tennyson which is memorializing events in the Battle of Balaclava in October 25, 1854?  I don’t know, but I like this poem after watching the film “Blind Side” starring Sandra Bullock. Blind Side was more than just an American football movie, it had some good literature in it that might relate to Kazakhstan.  Maybe not…

Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred;
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns’ he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Some one had blunder’d:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die,

Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash’d all their sabers bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

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