Kirsanov, city (Tambov region)

Kirsanov is one of the small towns in the Central Black Earth Zone of Russia. It is located in the eastern part of the Tambov region. The terrain here is flat. The maximum height above sea level is 210 meters. The climate is temperate continental. Natural vegetation cover is represented by forests (aspen, oak, birch, pine).

The city is located on the small river Pursovka near its confluence with the river. Raven. The Vorona River with its tributaries is important in the water supply of adjacent settlements, including Kirsanov.

Industry

The main types of products: equipment for the textile industry, repair of automobiles and agricultural machinery, centrifugal pumps, enamelware, flour, sugar, meat and sausage products, butter and whole milk products, canned fruits and vegetables, bakery products, clothing.

All of the above-mentioned enterprises of the city are produced, and, first of all, OJSC Kirsanovsky, CJSC Kirsanovsky Mechanical - SOM. These three enterprises are the “three pillars” on which the well-being of the city mainly rests.

In the industrial structure of the city, grain processing has always retained a place of honor. Currently, OJSC Khleb and OJSC Bread Products Plant are operating in this regard.

There are also a number of industrial facilities of a lower rank operating in Kirsanov, but no less important for the city. The largest of them are the Yunost and Pobeda clothing factories. There is also the Kirsanovskaya Special Furniture Factory LLC in the city. The company specializes in the production of educational, medical, office, and household furniture.

The city's population now amounts to 18.6 thousand inhabitants.

In 1998, the city of Kirsanov, which took part in the All-Russian competition among small towns for the title “The most comfortable city in Russia,” took third place of honor.

Celebrities

The life and work of B. N. Chicherin (former Karaul estate), poets E. A. Baratynsky (Mara estate) and A. M. Zhemchuzhnikov (Ilyinovka estate), educator, friend of A. S. Pushkin N. are connected with Kirsanov and the district. I. Krivtsov (Lyubichi estate), Decembrists Vadkovsky brothers (Gavrilovka village), singer N. A. Obukhova (Mara estate).

famous political figure Nikolai Ivanovich Yartsev
hero of the Great Patriotic War Fyodor Ilyich Bannikov
Honored Master of Sports, wrestler Evgeniy Artyukhin
revolutionary figure Alexander Antonov
Honored Teacher of Russia Tamara Bakhareva
military leader Mikhail Khozin
writer Vladimir Gilyarovsky
party, Soviet leader Vasily Goremykin
party, Soviet figure Ivan Seliverov
writer Dmitry Devyatov
writer Alexander Strygin
Doctor of Historical Sciences A. Ya. Avrekh
scientist German Evstigneev
scientist Valentin Karpovich
scientist Venedikt Klimanov
scientist Vasily Manokhin
scientist Yuri Perlin
scientist Anatoly Rybakov
scientist Viktor Timofeev
scientist Sergei Chernavsky
modern writer Vereshchagin, Oleg Nikolaevich, b. in 1973
Hero of the Soviet Union Pyotr Konkov
Hero of the Soviet Union Ivan Melnikov
Hero of the Soviet Union Anatoly Mosolov
Hero of the Soviet Union Alexander Osipov
Hero of the Soviet Union Georgy Pitersky
Hero of the Soviet Union Pyotr Sukhoruchkin
Hero of the Soviet Union Mikhail Trusov
major entrepreneurs Kryuchenkovs - Nikolai Konstantinovich Kryuchenkov (1841-1898), Ivan Konstantinovich Kryuchenkov, Yu.A. Kryuchenkova, Nikolai Nikolevich Kryuchenkov.
economic figure Viktor Kuvaiskov
economic figure Boris Luttsev
singer Ivan Matchinsky
ascetic nun MargaritaK: Wikipedia: Articles without sources (type: not specified) [ source not specified 3596 days
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nun-ascetic Tatyana Pakhomova
Hero of the War of 1812, Major General of the Infantry Treskin, Mikhail Lvovich
Participant in the War of 1812, Vice Admiral Treskin, Ivan Lvovich
Honored Doctor of the Russian Federation Nikolai Alekseevich Baranov.

Literature

Tambov encyclopedia. - Tambov, 2004.
Kirsanov // Encyclopedic Dictionary of Brockhaus and Efron: in 86 volumes (82 volumes and 4 additional). - St. Petersburg, 1890-1907.
Snytko M.K.
Kirsanov. — Voronezh, 1969.
Chermensky P. N.
The past of the Tambov region. - Tambov, 1961.
Levin O. Yu., Prosvetov R. Yu.
[www.grad-kirsanov.ru/article.php?id=orthodox.00 Kirsanov is Orthodox.] - Tambov, 2012.
Kirsanov // Cities of the Tambov region: Stat. about. - Tambov, 1999.
Kirsanov: (To the 200th anniversary of the city). Rec. decree. lit. - Tambov, 1980.

Excerpt characterizing Kirsanov

“Well, what can we do? If you can’t do without it! What to do! So, this is how it should be,” he said to himself and, hastily undressed, went to bed, happy and excited, but without doubts and indecisions. “We must, strange as it may be, no matter how impossible this happiness is, we must do everything in order to be husband and wife with her,” he said to himself. Pierre, a few days before, had set Friday as the day of his departure for St. Petersburg. When he woke up on Thursday, Savelich came to him for orders about packing his things for the road. “How about St. Petersburg? What is St. Petersburg? Who's in St. Petersburg? – he asked involuntarily, although to himself. “Yes, something like that a long, long time ago, even before this happened, I was planning to go to St. Petersburg for some reason,” he remembered. - From what? I'll go, maybe. How kind and attentive he is, how he remembers everything! - he thought, looking at Savelich’s old face. “And what a pleasant smile!” - he thought. - Well, don’t you want to go free, Savelich? asked Pierre. - Why do I need freedom, Your Excellency? We lived under the late count, the kingdom of heaven, and we see no resentment under you. - Well, what about the children? “And the children will live, your Excellency: you can live with such gentlemen.” - Well, what about my heirs? - said Pierre. “What if I get married... It could happen,” he added with an involuntary smile. “And I dare to report: a good deed, your Excellency.” “How easy he thinks it is,” thought Pierre. “He doesn’t know how scary it is, how dangerous it is.” Too early or too late... Scary! - How would you like to order? Would you like to go tomorrow? – Savelich asked. - No; I'll put it off a little. I'll tell you then. “Excuse me for the trouble,” said Pierre and, looking at Savelich’s smile, he thought: “How strange, however, that he does not know that now there is no Petersburg and that first of all it is necessary for this to be decided. However, he probably knows, but he’s only pretending. Talk to him? What does he think? - thought Pierre. “No, someday later.” At breakfast, Pierre told the princess that he had been to Princess Marya yesterday and found there - can you imagine who? - Natalie Rostov. The princess pretended that she did not see anything more extraordinary in this news than in the fact that Pierre had seen Anna Semyonovna. - Do you know her? asked Pierre. “I saw the princess,” she answered. “I heard that they were marrying her to young Rostov.” This would be very good for the Rostovs; They say they are completely ruined. - No, do you know Rostov? “I only heard about this story then.” Very sorry. “No, she doesn’t understand or is pretending,” thought Pierre. “It’s better not to tell her either.” The princess also prepared provisions for Pierre's journey. “How kind they all are,” thought Pierre, “that now, when they probably couldn’t be more interested in this, they are doing all this. And everything for me; That’s what’s amazing.” On the same day, the police chief came to Pierre with a proposal to send a trustee to the Faceted Chamber to receive the things that were now being distributed to the owners. “This one too,” thought Pierre, looking into the police chief’s face, “what a nice, handsome officer and how kind!” Now he deals with such trifles. They also say that he is not honest and takes advantage of him. What nonsense! But why shouldn’t he use it? That's how he was raised. And everyone does it. And such a pleasant, kind face, and smiles, looking at me.” Pierre went to dinner with Princess Marya. Driving through the streets between the burned-out houses, he was amazed at the beauty of these ruins. The chimneys of houses and fallen walls, picturesquely reminiscent of the Rhine and the Colosseum, stretched, hiding each other, along the burnt blocks. The cab drivers and riders we met, the carpenters who cut the log houses, the traders and shopkeepers, all with cheerful, beaming faces, looked at Pierre and said as if: “Ah, here he is! Let's see what comes out of this." Upon entering the house of Princess Marya, Pierre was filled with doubt as to the justice of the fact that he was here yesterday, saw Natasha and spoke with her. “Maybe I made it up. Maybe I’ll walk in and not see anyone.” But before he had time to enter the room, in his entire being, after the instant deprivation of his freedom, he felt her presence. She was wearing the same black dress with soft folds and the same hairstyle as yesterday, but she was completely different. If she had been like this yesterday when he entered the room, he could not have failed to recognize her for a moment. She was the same as he had known her almost as a child and then as the bride of Prince Andrei. A cheerful, questioning gleam shone in her eyes; there was a gentle and strangely playful expression on her face. Pierre had dinner and would have sat there all evening; but Princess Marya was going to the all-night vigil, and Pierre left with them. The next day Pierre arrived early, had dinner and sat there all evening. Despite the fact that Princess Marya and Natasha were obviously pleased with the guest; despite the fact that the whole interest of Pierre’s life was now concentrated in this house, by the evening they had talked everything over, and the conversation constantly moved from one insignificant subject to another and was often interrupted. Pierre stayed up so late that evening that Princess Marya and Natasha looked at each other, obviously waiting to see if he would leave soon. Pierre saw this and could not leave. He felt heavy and awkward, but he kept sitting because he couldn’t get up and leave. Princess Marya, not foreseeing an end to this, was the first to get up and, complaining of a migraine, began to say goodbye. – So you’re going to St. Petersburg tomorrow? – said oka. “No, I’m not going,” Pierre said hastily, with surprise and as if offended. - No, to St. Petersburg? Tomorrow; I just don't say goodbye. “I’ll come for the commissions,” he said, standing in front of Princess Marya, blushing and not leaving. Natasha gave him her hand and left. Princess Marya, on the contrary, instead of leaving, sank into a chair and looked sternly and carefully at Pierre with her radiant, deep gaze. The fatigue she had obviously shown before was now completely gone. She took a deep, long breath, as if preparing for a long conversation. All of Pierre's embarrassment and awkwardness, when Natasha was removed, instantly disappeared and was replaced by excited animation. He quickly moved the chair very close to Princess Marya. “Yes, that’s what I wanted to tell you,” he said, answering her glance as if in words. - Princess, help me. What should I do? Can I hope? Princess, my friend, listen to me. I know everything. I know I'm not worthy of her; I know it's impossible to talk about it now. But I want to be her brother. No, I don’t want to... I can’t... He stopped and rubbed his face and eyes with his hands. “Well, here,” he continued, apparently making an effort on himself to speak coherently. “I don’t know since when I love her.” But I have loved only her, only one, all my life and love her so much that I cannot imagine life without her. Now I don’t dare ask her hand; but the thought that maybe she could be mine and that I would miss this opportunity... opportunity... is terrible. Tell me, can I have hope? Tell me what should I do? “Dear princess,” he said, after being silent for a while and touching her hand, since she did not answer. “I’m thinking about what you told me,” answered Princess Marya. - I'll tell you what. You’re right, what should I tell her about love now... - The princess stopped. She wanted to say: it is now impossible to talk to her about love; but she stopped because for the third day she saw from Natasha’s sudden change that not only would Natasha not be offended if Pierre expressed his love to her, but that this was all she wanted. “It’s impossible to tell her now,” Princess Marya said. - But what should I do? “Entrust this to me,” said Princess Marya. “I know...” Pierre looked into Princess Marya’s eyes. “Well, well...” he said. “I know that she loves... will love you,” Princess Marya corrected herself. Before she had time to say these words, Pierre jumped up and, with a frightened face, grabbed Princess Marya by the hand. - Why do you think so? Do you think I can hope? You think?! “Yes, I think so,” said Princess Marya, smiling. - Write to your parents. And instruct me. I'll tell her when it's possible. I wish this. And my heart feels that this will happen. - No, this cannot be! How happy I am! But this cannot be... How happy I am! No, it can not be! - Pierre said, kissing the hands of Princess Marya. – You go to St. Petersburg; it is better. “And I’ll write to you,” she said. - To St. Petersburg? Drive? Okay, yes, let's go. But can I come to you tomorrow? The next day Pierre came to say goodbye. Natasha was less animated than in previous days; but on this day, sometimes looking into her eyes, Pierre felt that he was disappearing, that neither he nor she was any more, but there was only a feeling of happiness. “Really? No, it can’t be,” he said to himself with every look, gesture, and word that filled his soul with joy. When, saying goodbye to her, he took her thin, thin hand, he involuntarily held it in his a little longer. “Is this hand, this face, these eyes, all this alien treasure of feminine charm, will it all be forever mine, familiar, the same as I am for myself? No, this is impossible!..” “Goodbye, Count,” she told him loudly. “I’ll be waiting for you,” she added in a whisper. And these simple words, the look and facial expression that accompanied them, for two months formed the subject of Pierre’s inexhaustible memories, explanations and happy dreams. “I will be waiting for you very much... Yes, yes, as she said? Yes, I will be waiting for you very much. Oh, how happy I am! What is this, how happy I am!” - Pierre said to himself. Nothing now happened in Pierre's soul similar to what happened in it in similar circumstances during his matchmaking with Helen. He did not repeat, as then, with painful shame the words he had spoken, he did not say to himself: “Oh, why didn’t I say this, and why, why did I say “je vous aime” then?” [I love you] Now, on the contrary, he repeated every word of hers, his own, in his imagination with all the details of her face, smile, and did not want to subtract or add anything: he only wanted to repeat. There was no longer even a shadow of doubt as to whether what he had undertaken was good or bad. Only one terrible doubt sometimes crossed his mind. Isn't this all in a dream? Was Princess Marya mistaken? Am I too proud and arrogant? I believe; and suddenly, as should happen, Princess Marya will tell her, and she will smile and answer: “How strange! He was probably mistaken. Doesn’t he know that he is a man, just a man, and I?.. I am completely different, higher.”