Tarko sale area. Where is Tarko-Sale? The city of Tarko-Sale, Purovsky district in the Yamalo-Nenets Autonomous Okrug of Russia

The city of Tarko-Sale is located on the territory of the state (country) Russia, which in turn is located on the territory of the continent Europe.

Which federal district does the city of Tarko-Sale belong to?

Tarko-Sale is included in federal district: Ural.

Federal District is an enlarged territory consisting of several entities Russian Federation.

In what region is the city of Tarko-Sale located?

The city of Tarko-Sale is part of the Yamalo-Nenets region autonomous region.

A characteristic of a region or subject of a country is the integrity and interconnection of its constituent elements, including cities and other settlements, included in the region.

The Yamalo-Nenets Autonomous Okrug region is an administrative unit of the state of Russia.

Population of the city of Tarko-Sale.

The population of the city of Tarko-Sale is 21,665 people.

Year of foundation of Tarko-Sale.

Year of foundation of the city of Tarko-Sale: 1932.

In what time zone is Tarko-Sale located?

The city of Tarko-Sale is located in the administrative time zone: UTC+6. Thus, you can determine the time difference in the city of Tarko-Sale, relative to the time zone in your city.

Telephone code of the city Tarko-Sale

Dialing code city of Tarko-Sale: +7 34997. In order to call the city of Tarko-Sale from mobile phone, you need to dial the code: +7 34997 and then the subscriber’s number directly.

: 64°54′53″ n. w. 77°46′22″ E. d. / 64.91472° s. w. 77.77278° E. d. / 64.91472; 77.77278(G) (I)

Founded City with Center height Population National composition

Russians, Nenets, Ukrainians, Khanty, Tatars, Selkups

Confessional composition

Christianity, Islam

Names of residents

Tarkosalans, Tarkosalans

Time zone Dialing code Postal code Vehicle code OKATO code

K: Settlements founded in 1932

Tarko-Sale- a city (since March 23, 2004) in the Yamalo-Nenets Autonomous Okrug of Russia. Administrative center Purovsky district and urban settlement.

The first documentary mentions of Tarko-Sal came in March 1933.

By Decree of the Presidium Supreme Council RSFSR on June 27, 1944, the Tarkosalinsky Village Council of the Purovsky District of the Yamalo-Nenets Autonomous Okrug was formed.

On August 18, 1976, by decision of the executive committee of the Tyumen Regional Council of Workers' Deputies No. 418, Tarko-Sale was given the status of a workers' village.

The day of formation of the administration of the village of Tarko-Sale is January 8, 1992 - the day of the appointment of the Head of the administration of the village of Tarko-Sale.

Based on the Law of the Yamalo-Nenets Autonomous Okrug dated March 30, 2004 No. 16-ZAO, the village of Tarko-Sale of the Purovsky District of the Yamalo-Nenets Autonomous Okrug was classified as a city of regional significance.

National composition

Nationality	Number (persons)	Percentage
Russians	12 839	62,94%
Ukrainians	1 637	8,03%
Tatars	1 124	5,51%
Nenets	1 001	4,91%
Kumyks	395	1,93%
Belarusians	321	1,57%
Dargins	255	1,25%
Bashkirs	251	1,23%
Azerbaijanis	246	1,21%
Other	2104	10,31%
Not specified	226	1,11%
Total	20 398	100,00%

Climate

Tarko-Sale is located in a zone of sharply continental climate, the average temperature in January is −30, July is +16.7.

Average annual air temperature - −5.3 °C
Relative humidity - 75.6%
Average wind speed - 3.1 m/s

Climate of Tarko-Sale
Indicator	Jan.	Feb.	March	Apr.	May	June	July	Aug.	Sep.	Oct.	Nov.	Dec.	Year
Average temperature, °C	−25	−22,3	−14,1	−8,7	1,4	11,3	16,7	12,8	5,5	−3,8	−16,5	−22,1	−5,3
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Economy

The city-forming industry is oil and gas production. Main enterprises:

NOVATEK-Purovsky Plant is the largest gas condensate processing plant in Russia;
NOVATEK-TARKOSALENEFTEGAZ is an oil and gas production company.
The headquarters of OJSC NOVATEK is based in Moscow
Nova Energy Services LLC is a drilling company.

Broadcasting

100.2 FM - Radio Chanson
100.6 FM - Radio "Mayak"
102.9 FM - Radio "YAMAL"
103.4 FM - DFM (TRK "Luch")
103.8 FM - Hit FM
105.4 FM - Russian Radio

Transport

The city has a railway station located in the village of Purovsk and an airport. Located within the federal highway Surgut - Salekhard. Air transport links with Novy Urengoy (since 2013), Salekhard, village. Krasnoselkup, village Only. Aviation divisions of the airlines UTair and Yamal operate to perform helicopter operations. Airport 3rd class. Regular bus service to the Purovsk railway station.

On September 1, 2013, traffic was opened on a new bridge across the Pyakupur River, connecting the village of Purovsk and the city of Tarko-Sale with uninterrupted communication. Instead of the planned thirty-six months, the bridge was built in one year and five months.

There are plans to reconstruct the airport.

Education

The city has vocational college No. 1. There are also 3 educational institutions, sanatorium boarding school, children's art school named after. I.O. Dunaevsky.

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Notes

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An excerpt characterizing Tarko-Sale

“The highest wisdom and truth are like the purest moisture that we want to absorb into ourselves,” he said. – Can I receive this pure moisture into an unclean vessel and judge its purity? Only by internal purification of myself can I bring the perceived moisture to a certain purity.
- Yes, yes, that's true! – Pierre said joyfully.
– The highest wisdom is not based on reason alone, not on those secular sciences of physics, history, chemistry, etc., into which mental knowledge is divided. There is only one highest wisdom. The highest wisdom has one science - the science of everything, the science that explains the entire universe and the place of man in it. In order to embrace this science, it is necessary to purify and renew one’s inner man, and therefore, before knowing, you need to believe and improve. And to achieve these goals, the light of God, called conscience, is embedded in our soul.
“Yes, yes,” Pierre confirmed.
– Look with spiritual eyes at your inner man and ask yourself if you are satisfied with yourself. What have you achieved with your mind alone? What are you? You are young, you are rich, you are smart, educated, my sir. What have you made of all these blessings given to you? Are you satisfied with yourself and your life?
“No, I hate my life,” Pierre said, wincing.
“You hate it, so change it, cleanse yourself, and as you cleanse yourself you will learn wisdom.” Look at your life, my lord. How did you spend it? In violent orgies and debauchery, receiving everything from society and giving nothing to it. You have received wealth. How did you use it? What have you done for your neighbor? Have you thought about the tens of thousands of your slaves, have you helped them physically and morally? No. You used their works to lead a dissolute life. That's what you did. Have you chosen a place of service where you can benefit your neighbor? No. You spent your life in idleness. Then you got married, my lord, took on the responsibility of leading a young woman, and what did you do? You did not help her, my sir, to find the path of truth, but plunged her into the abyss of lies and misfortune. A man insulted you and you killed him, and you say that you don't know God and that you hate your life. There is nothing fancy here, my sir! – After these words, the Mason, as if tired from a long conversation, again leaned his elbows on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. Pierre looked at this stern, motionless, senile, almost dead face, and silently moved his lips. He wanted to say: yes, a vile, idle, depraved life - and did not dare to break the silence.
The Mason cleared his throat hoarsely and senilely and called to the servant.
- What about horses? – he asked, without looking at Pierre.
“They brought the change,” answered the servant. -Aren't you going to rest?
- No, they told me to lay it down.
“Will he really leave and leave me alone, without finishing everything and without promising me help?” thought Pierre, standing up and lowering his head, occasionally glancing at the Freemason, and starting to walk around the room. “Yes, I didn’t think so, but I led a despicable, depraved life, but I didn’t love it and didn’t want it,” thought Pierre, “but this man knows the truth, and if he wanted, he could reveal it to me.” . Pierre wanted and did not dare to tell this to the Mason. The person passing by, having packed his things with the usual, old hands, buttoned up his sheepskin coat. Having finished these matters, he turned to Bezukhy and indifferently, in a polite tone, told him:
-Where do you want to go now, my sir?
“Me?... I’m going to St. Petersburg,” Pierre answered in a childish, hesitant voice. - I thank you. I agree with you on everything. But don't think I'm so stupid. I wished with all my soul to be what you would have me to be; but I never found help in anyone... However, I myself am primarily to blame for everything. Help me, teach me and maybe I will... - Pierre could not speak further; he sniffled and turned away.
The Mason was silent for a long time, apparently thinking about something.
“Help is given only from God,” he said, “but the measure of help that our order has the power to give, he will give to you, my lord.” You are going to St. Petersburg, tell this to Count Villarsky (he took out his wallet and wrote a few words on a large sheet of paper folded in four). Let me give you one piece of advice. Having arrived in the capital, devote the first time to solitude, discussing yourself, and do not take the old path of life. Then I wish you bon voyage“, my lord,” he said, noticing that his servant had entered the room, “and success...
The person passing was Osip Alekseevich Bazdeev, as Pierre learned from the caretaker’s book. Bazdeev was one of the most famous Freemasons and Martinists back in Novikov’s time. Long after his departure, Pierre, without going to bed and without asking for horses, walked around the station room, pondering his vicious past and, with the delight of renewal, imagining his blissful, impeccable and virtuous future, which seemed so easy to him. He was, it seemed to him, vicious only because he had somehow accidentally forgotten how good it was to be virtuous. There was no trace of the former doubts left in his soul. He firmly believed in the possibility of a brotherhood of men united for the purpose of supporting each other in the path of virtue, and this was how Freemasonry seemed to him.

Arriving in St. Petersburg, Pierre did not notify anyone of his arrival, did not go anywhere, and began to spend whole days reading Thomas a à Kempis, a book that was delivered to him by an unknown person. Pierre understood one thing and one thing while reading this book; he understood the still unknown pleasure of believing in the possibility of achieving perfection and in the possibility of brotherly and active love between people, opened to him by Osip Alekseevich. A week after his arrival, the young Polish Count Villarsky, whom Pierre knew superficially from the St. Petersburg world, entered his room in the evening with the official and solemn air with which Dolokhov’s second entered his room and, closing the door behind him and making sure that there was no one in the room There was no one except Pierre, he turned to him:
“I came to you with an order and a proposal, Count,” he told him without sitting down. – A person very highly placed in our brotherhood petitioned for you to be accepted into the brotherhood ahead of schedule, and invited me to be your guarantor. I consider it a sacred duty to fulfill the will of this person. Do you wish to join the brotherhood of free stonemasons on my guarantee?
The cold and stern tone of the man whom Pierre almost always saw at balls with an amiable smile, in the company of the most brilliant women, struck Pierre.
“Yes, I wish,” said Pierre.
Villarsky bowed his head. “One more question, Count,” he said, to which I ask you not as a future Mason, but as honest man(galant homme) I ask you to answer me with all sincerity: have you renounced your previous convictions, do you believe in God?
Pierre thought about it. “Yes... yes, I believe in God,” he said.
“In that case...” Villarsky began, but Pierre interrupted him. “Yes, I believe in God,” he said again.
“In that case, we can go,” said Villarsky. - My carriage is at your service.
Villarsky was silent the whole way. To Pierre's questions about what he needed to do and how to answer, Villarsky only said that brothers more worthy of him would test him, and that Pierre needed nothing more than to tell the truth.
Having entered the gate of a large house where the lodge was located, and walking along a dark staircase, they entered a lighted, small hallway, where, without the help of a servant, they took off their fur coats. From the hall they went into another room. Some man in a strange attire appeared at the door. Villarsky, coming out to meet him, said something quietly to him in French and went to a small closet, in which Pierre noticed clothes he had never seen before. Taking a handkerchief from the closet, Villarsky placed it over Pierre's eyes and tied it in a knot from behind, painfully catching his hair in the knot. Then he bent him towards him, kissed him and, taking him by the hand, led him somewhere. Pierre was in pain from the hair being pulled in by the knot; he winced in pain and smiled from shame for something. His huge figure with his arms hanging down, with a wrinkled and smiling face, moved with uncertain timid steps behind Villarsky.
After walking him ten steps, Villarsky stopped.
“No matter what happens to you,” he said, “you must endure everything with courage if you firmly decide to join our brotherhood.” (Pierre answered in the affirmative by bowing his head.) When you hear a knock on the door, you will untie your eyes,” Villarsky added; – I wish you courage and success. And, shaking Pierre’s hand, Villarsky left.
Left alone, Pierre continued to smile the same way. Once or twice he shrugged his shoulders, raised his hand to the handkerchief, as if wanting to take it off, and lowered it again. The five minutes he spent with his eyes tied seemed like an hour. His hands were swollen, his legs were giving way; he thought he was tired. He experienced the most complex and varied feelings. He was afraid of what would happen to him, and even more afraid of not showing fear. He was curious to know what would happen to him, what would be revealed to him; but most of all he was joyful that the moment had come when he would finally embark on that path of renewal and actively virtuous life, which he had dreamed of since his meeting with Osip Alekseevich. Strong knocks were heard on the door. Pierre took off the bandage and looked around him. The room was black and dark: only in one place was a lamp burning, in something white. Pierre came closer and saw that the lamp stood on a black table, on which lay one open book. The book was the Gospel; that white thing in which the lamp was burning was a human skull with its holes and teeth. Having read the first words of the Gospel: “In the beginning was the word and the word was to God,” Pierre walked around the table and saw a large open box filled with something. It was a coffin with bones. He was not at all surprised by what he saw. Hoping to enter into a completely new life completely different from the previous one, he expected everything extraordinary, even more extraordinary than what he saw. The skull, the coffin, the Gospel - it seemed to him that he expected all this, expected even more. Trying to evoke a feeling of tenderness in himself, he looked around him. “God, death, love, the brotherhood of man,” he said to himself, associating with these words vague but joyful ideas of something. The door opened and someone entered.