The glorious city of Tommot celebrates its 95th anniversary

Town of district subordination in the Republic of Sakha, Russia

Tommot population

Tommot

(Russian: Tommot, Yakut: Tommot) is a city in the Aldan District of the Republic of Sakha, Russia, located on the Aldan River (a right tributary of the Lena) 390 km (240 mi) southwest of Yakutsk, the capital of the republic and 70 km northeast of Aldan, the administrative center of the district. At the 2010 census its population was 8,057. [2]

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1. ^ abcdefg Register of administrative-territorial units of the Republic of Sakha
2. ^ abc Federal State Statistics Service (2011). “All-Russian Population Census 2010. Volume 1" [All-Russian Population Census 2010, vol. 1]. All-Russian Population Census 2010 [All-Russian Population Census 2010]
   . Federal State Statistics Service.
3. "26. The size of the permanent population of the Russian Federation by municipalities as of January 1, 2021". Federal State Statistics Service. Retrieved January 23, 2021.
4. ^ abcd Law No. 173-Z No. 353-III
5. "On the Calculation of Time". Official Internet portal of legal information
   . June 3, 2011. Retrieved January 19, 2021.
6. Post office. Information and computing center of OASU RPO. ( Post office
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   Search for postal service objects ( postal Search for objects
   ) (in Russian)
7. ↑
   Federal State Statistics Service of Russia (May 21, 2004).
   “The population of Russia, the constituent entities of the Russian Federation as part of federal districts, urban settlements, settlements, settlements of 3 thousand or more people” [Population of Russia, its federal districts, federal districts, districts, urban settlements, rural settlements - administrative centers and rural settlements with a population of more than 3,000 people] (XLS). All-Russian Population Census 2002
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8. “All-Union Population Census of 1989. The current population of union and autonomous republics, autonomous regions and districts, territories, negative phenomena, urban settlements and villages. All-Union Population Census of 1979. National composition of the population by regions of Russia” [All-Union Population Census of 1979. Ethnic composition of the population by regions of Russia] (XLS). All-Union Population Census of 1979 [All-Union Population Census of 1979]
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   1979 - via Demoscope Weekly
   (website of the Institute of Demography of the State University - Higher School of Economics.
9. "Russian Berkakit-Tommot-Nizhny Bestyakh line completed". Retrieved August 17, 2012.

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Tommot city.

The city of Tommot is located on both banks of the Aldan River, 1642 kilometers from its mouth. The navigable section of the river ends here, and therefore the Ukulan pier was founded on this site, on which the city grew. The Amur-Yakutsk road passing through the city played a significant role in choosing the site for the city.

The city, whose name is translated from Yakut as “non-freezing”, arose and developed as a transport hub in the Aldan region. Industrial and food products for the newly born gold mining industry arrived at the Ulukan pier. Later, buildings for the district executive committee, a post office, a store for receiving furs and providing for local nomadic residents, and other facilities were built in Tommot. For the first time in the south of Yakutia, a trading post was opened in Tommot - the first state procurement and supply point for the purchase of furs from local nomadic residents and supplying them with hunting supplies, food and manufactured goods. In 1925, the first 1st level school was created in Tommot to teach Evenki children in Russian.

During the war years, Tommot became the capital of the mica region, here in 1942 the Aldanslyuda trust was founded, organized from the Aldan Mining Administration. Many glorious pages of the city are associated with this large enterprise - it provided the country with three quarters of all the necessary objects of mica-phlogopite. Consequently, great opportunities have emerged for the construction and development of the city.

Another powerful enterprise was the Prilenskgeology expedition, based in the completely landscaped village of Alekseevsk. The expedition conducted exploration of rare earth elements and existed on Tommot soil from 1962 to 1989.

In November 1987, a road bridge across the Aldan River was put into operation, the largest in Yakutia - its length is 487 meters. The bridge significantly facilitated the supply of the central regions of the Sakha Republic, allowing cargo to be delivered to the Vestyakh pier all year round. In August 1997, a railway approached Tommot, and passenger traffic from Tommot station was opened on August 27, 2004.

Residents associate the city's prospects with the further development of the industrial and transport complex, which includes input bases for the processing and storage of cargo, and with the real possibility of developing river navigation in the Tommot-Khandyga section and the probable construction of a river port.

The area on the left bank of Tommot is well landscaped, and the coast itself has comfortable sandy and pebble beaches and is a recreational area of ​​the city. There is a sanatorium-type boarding school and a city park here.

Tommot has two city libraries, a cultural and leisure center, which includes three clubs; museum department and center for ethnography of indigenous peoples; city ​​Hospital.

Climate

The table shows Tommot climate data provided by NASA: air temperature, air humidity, amount of solar radiation, wind speed.

Excerpt characterizing Tommot

One thing that Pierre now wanted with all the strength of his soul was to quickly get out of those terrible impressions in which he lived that day, return to normal living conditions and fall asleep peacefully in his room on his bed. Only under ordinary conditions of life did he feel that he would be able to understand himself and all that he had seen and experienced. But these ordinary living conditions were nowhere to be found. Although cannonballs and bullets did not whistle here along the road along which he walked, on all sides there was the same thing that was there on the battlefield. There were the same suffering, exhausted and sometimes strangely indifferent faces, the same blood, the same soldiers' greatcoats, the same sounds of shooting, although distant, but still terrifying; In addition, it was stuffy and dusty. Having walked about three miles along the big Mozhaisk road, Pierre sat down on the edge of it. Dusk fell on the ground, and the roar of the guns died down. Pierre, leaning on his arm, lay down and lay there for a long time, looking at the shadows moving past him in the darkness. It constantly seemed to him that a cannonball was flying at him with a terrible whistle; he shuddered and stood up. He didn't remember how long he had been here. In the middle of the night, three soldiers, having brought branches, placed themselves next to him and began to make a fire. The soldiers, looking sideways at Pierre, lit a fire, put a pot on it, crumbled crackers into it and put lard in it. The pleasant smell of edible and fatty food merged with the smell of smoke. Pierre stood up and sighed. The soldiers (there were three of them) ate, not paying attention to Pierre, and talked among themselves. - What kind of person will you be? - one of the soldiers suddenly turned to Pierre, obviously, by this question meaning what Pierre was thinking, namely: if you want something, we will give it to you, just tell me, are you an honest person? - I? me?.. - said Pierre, feeling the need to belittle his social position as much as possible in order to be closer and more understandable to the soldiers. “I am truly a militia officer, only my squad is not here; I came to the battle and lost my own. - Look! - said one of the soldiers. The other soldier shook his head. - Well, eat the mess if you want! - said the first and gave Pierre, licking it, a wooden spoon. Pierre sat down by the fire and began to eat the mess, the food that was in the pot and which seemed to him the most delicious of all the foods that he had ever eaten. While he greedily bent over the pot, picking up large spoons, chewing one after another and his face was visible in the light of the fire, the soldiers silently looked at him. -Where do you want it? You tell me! – one of them asked again. – I’m going to Mozhaisk. - Are you now a master? - Yes. - What’s your name? - Pyotr Kirillovich. - Well, Pyotr Kirillovich, let’s go, we’ll take you. In complete darkness, the soldiers, together with Pierre, went to Mozhaisk. The roosters were already crowing when they reached Mozhaisk and began to climb the steep city mountain. Pierre walked along with the soldiers, completely forgetting that his inn was below the mountain and that he had already passed it. He would not have remembered this (he was in such a state of loss) if his guard, who went to look for him around the city and returned back to his inn, had not encountered him halfway up the mountain. The bereitor recognized Pierre by his hat, which was turning white in the darkness. “Your Excellency,” he said, “we are already desperate.” Why are you walking? Where are you going, please? “Oh yes,” said Pierre. The soldiers paused. - Well, have you found yours? - said one of them. - Well, goodbye! Pyotr Kirillovich, I think? Farewell, Pyotr Kirillovich! - said other voices. “Goodbye,” said Pierre and headed with his driver to the inn. “We have to give it to them!” - Pierre thought, taking his pocket. “No, don’t,” a voice told him. There was no room in the upper rooms of the inn: everyone was occupied. Pierre went into the yard and, covering his head, lay down in his carriage. As soon as Pierre laid his head on the pillow, he felt that he was falling asleep; but suddenly, with the clarity of almost reality, a boom, boom, boom of shots was heard, groans, screams, the splashing of shells were heard, the smell of blood and gunpowder, and a feeling of horror, the fear of death, overwhelmed him. He opened his eyes in fear and raised his head from under his overcoat. Everything was quiet in the yard. Only at the gate, talking to the janitor and splashing through the mud, was some orderly walking. Above Pierre's head, under the dark underside of the plank canopy, doves fluttered from the movement he made while rising. Throughout the yard there was a peaceful, joyful for Pierre at that moment, strong smell of an inn, the smell of hay, manure and tar. Between two black canopies a clear starry sky was visible. “Thank God this isn’t happening anymore,” thought Pierre, covering his head again. - Oh, how terrible fear is and how shamefully I surrendered to it! And they... they were firm and calm all the time, until the end... - he thought. In Pierre's concept, they were soldiers - those who were at the battery, and those who fed him, and those who prayed to the icon. They - these strange ones, hitherto unknown to him, were clearly and sharply separated in his thoughts from all other people. “To be a soldier, just a soldier! - thought Pierre, falling asleep. – Enter into this common life with your whole being, imbued with what makes them so. But how can one throw off all this unnecessary, devilish, all the burden of this external man? At one time I could have been this. I could run away from my father as much as I wanted. Even after the duel with Dolokhov, I could have been sent as a soldier.” And in Pierre’s imagination flashed a dinner at a club, at which he called Dolokhov, and a benefactor in Torzhok. And now Pierre is presented with a ceremonial dining room. This lodge takes place in the English Club. And someone familiar, close, dear, sits at the end of the table. Yes it is! This is a benefactor. “But he died? - thought Pierre. - Yes, he died; but I didn't know he was alive. And how sorry I am that he died, and how glad I am that he is alive again!” On one side of the table sat Anatole, Dolokhov, Nesvitsky, Denisov and others like him (the category of these people was as clearly defined in Pierre’s soul in the dream as the category of those people whom he called them), and these people, Anatole, Dolokhov they shouted and sang loudly; but from behind their shout the voice of the benefactor could be heard, speaking incessantly, and the sound of his words was as significant and continuous as the roar of the battlefield, but it was pleasant and comforting. Pierre did not understand what the benefactor was saying, but he knew (the category of thoughts was just as clear in the dream) that the benefactor was talking about goodness, about the possibility of being what they were. And they surrounded the benefactor on all sides, with their simple, kind, firm faces. But although they were kind, they did not look at Pierre, did not know him. Pierre wanted to attract their attention and say. He stood up, but at the same moment his legs became cold and exposed.