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Pokrovsk (Yakut. Pokrovskaya) is a city, the administrative center of the Khangalassky ulus, in central Yakutia.

Population - 10.2 thousand people (2010).

A city on the left bank of the Lena, 78 km southwest of Yakutsk.

Economy

Transport

Connected by an asphalt road with Yakutsk (route R-501). City public transport - bus. There are suburban and intercity bus services to Yakutsk. River pier. Ferry crossing across the river. Lenu “Mokhsogolloh—Kachikatsy.”

Industry

The city has a building materials plant, an asphalt bitumen plant, a plant for the production of basalt products, and a glass plant is under construction.

Forestry A fur farm engaged in breeding silver-black foxes and sable. Compound feed plant.

Culture, science, education

• There are 4 secondary schools in the city, there are music, choreography and art schools
• There is a local history museum named after. G. V. Ksenofontov and the house-museum of G. K. Ordzhonikidze (Sergo Ordzhonikidze)
• An Orthodox church was built for the 325th anniversary in 2007.
• Experimental production farm "Pokrovskoye" of the Yakut Scientific Research Institute of Agriculture.
• Near the city in the village of Oktyomtsy - a branch of the Yakut State Agricultural Academy
• Yakut complex EAS installation of the Institute of Cosmophysical Research and Aeronomy named after. Yu. G. Shafer.
• A male warrior from Pokrovsky burial 2 of the Early Iron Age of Yakutia (2400-2200 years ago) was found to have mitochondrial haplogroup D[18].

Story

The year of foundation is considered to be 1682, in which the last uprising of the Khangalas Yakuts against the Cossacks took place. After the defeat of the rebels on October 1 (11), on Pokrov Day, the troops of the governor Ivan Priklonsky installed a large wooden cross, called Pokrovsky, on a high guard cape (Yakut. Khoruol tumua).

In 1703, part of the hermits of the Spassky Monastery from Yakutsk moved to a new place and founded a unique branch of the monastery, called the Intercession Hermitage. In 1724 the hermitage burned down. Several families of Russian peasants settled in its place.

The settlement then became a coachman's station on the Lena highway. In 1870, a second church was built in Pokrovsk, which gave it the status of a village.

In 1931, Pokrovsk became the administrative center of the West Kangalassky district, which was then renamed Ordzhonikidze, now Khangalassky. In 1941 it received the status of an urban-type settlement.

On September 26, 1997, it was given city status.

In 1916-1917 Sergo Ordzhonikidze served his exile here.

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1. ^ abcdefghi 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. Law No. 172-Z No. 351-III
6. "On the Calculation of Time". Official Internet portal of legal information
   . June 3, 2011. Retrieved January 19, 2021.
7. Post office. Information and computing center of OASU RPO. ( Post office
   ).
   Search for postal service objects ( postal Search for objects
   ) (in Russian)
8. ↑
   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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9. “All-Union Population Census of 1989. The current population of union and autonomous republics, autonomous regions and districts, territories, effects, urban settlements and rural district centers” [All-Union Population Census of 1989: current population of union and autonomous republics, Autonomous regions and districts, territories, regions, districts, urban settlements and villages performing the functions of district administrative centers. All-Union Population Census of 1989 [All-Union Population Census of 1989]
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   Institute of Demography of the National Research University: Higher School of Economics [Institute of Demography of the National Research University: Higher School of Economics]. 1989 - via Demoscope Weekly
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10. “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.

Climate

The climate of Pokrovsk, like Yakutsk, is distinguished by a very high degree of continentality. Summers are warm, often hot, but short, and winters are very long and harsh. In winter, temperatures can drop to 60 °C; in summer, temperatures above +35 °C are sometimes possible.

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- From what? – Natasha asked, looking carefully into Pierre’s eyes. - How why? - said Princess Marya. - Just a thought about what awaits there... Natasha, without listening to Princess Marya, again looked questioningly at Pierre. “And because,” Pierre continued, “only that person who believes that there is a God who controls us can endure such a loss as hers and ... yours,” said Pierre. Natasha opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but suddenly stopped. Pierre hastened to turn away from her and turned again to Princess Marya with a question about the last days of his friend’s life. Pierre's embarrassment had now almost disappeared; but at the same time he felt that all his former freedom had disappeared. He felt that over his every word and action there was now a judge, a court that was dearer to him than the court of all people in the world. He spoke now and, along with his words, reflected on the impression that his words made on Natasha. He did not deliberately say anything that might please her; but, no matter what he said, he judged himself from her point of view. Princess Marya reluctantly, as always happens, began to talk about the situation in which she found Prince Andrei. But Pierre's questions, his animatedly restless gaze, his face trembling with excitement little by little forced her to go into details that she was afraid to recreate for herself in her imagination. “Yes, yes, so, so...” said Pierre, bending forward with his whole body over Princess Marya and eagerly listening to her story. - Yes Yes; so has he calmed down? softened? He always sought one thing with all the strength of his soul; be quite good that he could not be afraid of death. The shortcomings that were in him - if there were any - did not come from him. So has he relented? - said Pierre. “What a blessing that he met you,” he said to Natasha, suddenly turning to her and looking at her with eyes full of tears. Natasha's face trembled. 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And one’s own guilt suddenly becomes terribly heavy in front of a person who no longer exists. And then such death... without friends, without consolation. “I’m very, very sorry for her,” he finished and was pleased to notice the joyful approval on Natasha’s face. “Yes, here you are again, a bachelor and a groom,” said Princess Marya. Pierre suddenly blushed crimson and tried for a long time not to look at Natasha. When he decided to look at her, her face was cold, stern and even contemptuous, as it seemed to him. – But did you really see and talk with Napoleon, as we were told? - said Princess Marya. Pierre laughed. - Never, never. It always seems to everyone that being a prisoner means being a guest of Napoleon. Not only have I not seen him, but I have also not heard of him. I was in much worse company. 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And me. – You probably don’t tell everything; “You must have done something…” Natasha said and paused, “good.” Pierre continued to talk further. When he talked about the execution, he wanted to avoid the terrible details; but Natasha demanded that he not miss anything. Pierre started to talk about Karataev (he had already gotten up from the table and was walking around, Natasha was watching him with her eyes) and stopped.