Detailed map of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug with cities, towns and villages

The most sparsely populated region of the country, the Nenets Autonomous Okrug, is located in the north-west of its Eastern European part. You can get an idea of ​​the district, consider its borders, cities and other objects using a satellite map of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug. The lands between Pechora and Ugra are mentioned in chronicles dating back to the 9th-10th centuries. The indigenous population (Nenets) moved here from the banks of the Ob, but after some time came under the control of the Novgorod princes, who constantly collected tribute from the northern regions.

If you look at the map of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug with diagrams, it becomes clear that most of the land is located in the Arctic. The district shares borders with:

• Arkhangelsk region;
• Yamalo-Nenets Autonomous Okrug;
• Republic of Komi.

The district owns several islands and peninsulas. The northernmost territories of the district are limited by the waters of the Arctic Ocean. Maps of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug with regions display all objects. You can easily find cities, and by zooming in, see in detail the streets, the location of buildings, find train stations, shops, and administrative offices. The card is an indispensable assistant in travel, business trips, and tourist trips. Load the map into your smartphone or tablet and view any object at its maximum magnification.

Settlements

Urban district "City of Naryan-Mar"

Naryan-Mar was founded as a workers' settlement on October 10, 1931. Converted to a city on March 10, 1935[2].

Zapolyarny region

The village of Amderma, founded in July 1933, in 1936-2004 - an urban-type settlement, since December 23, 2004 - a rural settlement[3]

Disappeared settlements of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug

Vanished City

• Pustozersk

Disappeared rural settlements

• Arkhipovo
• Afonikha
• Bedovoe
• Wangurei
• Varandey
• Vashutkino
• Great
• Welt
• Eastern Kambalnitsa
• Golubkovka
• Lip Long
• Dresvyanka
• Egorovo
• Green
• Kanin's nose
• Karegovka
• Konushin Nos
• Bone Nose
• Cakes
• Red Pechora
• Kuznetskaya Guba
• Kurbas (Kurabas, Kurabozhsky, Verkhnyaya Kamenka)
• Naryga
• Ledkovo
• Ludovatoe
• Malaya Naryga
• Maryina Gora
• Mesino
• Morhida
• Nikitsy
• Lower Ball
• Lower Base
• Nasal
• Poylovo
• Popovka
• Hole it through
• Savino
• Sakharovo
• Smekalovka
• Sengey
• Sopka
• Old Varanlei
• Sinkin
• Sula
• Sukhanikha
• Syavma
• Tarasovo
• Taratinskaya
• Tarkhanovo
• Torna
• Tobseda
• Three-Bugry
• Ust-Oma
• Fariha
• Foma-Yu
• Khabarovo
• Khabuika
• Kharitonovka
• Khodovarikha
• Joseda-Hard
• Chupov
• Shapkino
• Yushino
• Yazhma

See also the category Disappeared settlements of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug

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Former settlements[ | ]

Former town[ | ]

• Amderma has been a town since 1940. Converted to a rural settlement in 2005.
• Naryan-Mar has been a town since 1931. Incorporated into a city in 1935.

Disappeared settlements[ | ]

Main article: Disappeared settlements of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug

It is known about one city (Pustozersk) and almost 70 villages that ceased to exist on the territory of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug.

Settlements transferred to the Komi Republic[ | ]

• workers' village (settlement) Vorkuta. Founded on January 9, 1940, transferred to the Komi Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic in October 1940[5].
• working village (settlement) Khalmer-Yu. Transferred to the Komi Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic in 1959[6].
• working village (settlement) Cementnozavodsky. Transferred to the Komi Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic in 1959[6].

Notes

↑ 12345678910
www.gks.ru/free_doc/doc_2016/bul_dr/mun_obr2016.rar Population of the Russian Federation by municipalities as of January 1, 2016
1. [nvinder.ru/article/vypusk-no-73-20275-ot-16-iyulya-2015-g/8533-vse-bylo-vpervye-i-vnov Everything was for the first time and again]
2. [nvk520.narod.ru/municipal/nenetsky06012005.html Law of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug on the status, administrative centers and boundaries of municipalities of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug]
3. ↑ 123456789101112131415161718192021222324252627282930
   arhangelskstat.gks.ru/wps/wcm/connect/rosstat_ts/arhangelskstat/resources/2edc58004f857ef7ae20af9b972d8349/number.doc All-Russian population census 2010. Number of municipalities and settlements in the Arkhangelsk region
4. ↑ 1234
   [pksovet.ru/pasport-poseleniya.html Passport of the Municipal Municipality "Primorsko-Kuisky Village Council" of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug as of May 1, 2012]. Retrieved February 14, 2016. [www.webcitation.org/6fHZLMNjU Archived from the original on February 14, 2016].
5. www.vorkuta.rf/city/history.php
6. ↑ 12
   [www.zrnao.ru/index.php?id=5119 Geographical object - access to OKATO]

Content

• 1 City of district significance (urban district) Naryan-Mar
• 2 Polar region
• 3 Map of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug
• 4 Former settlements 4.1 Former towns
• 4.2 Disappeared settlements
• 4.3 Settlements transferred to the Komi Republic

Nenets Autonomous Okrug

includes the following
settlements
[1][2]:

• 2 urban settlements (highlighted in orange in the lists), including: 1 city;
• 1 urban-type settlement (working settlement);

In the list, settlements are distributed (from the point of view of administrative-territorial structure) into 1 city of district significance and 1 district [1] (within the framework of the organization of local self-government (municipal structure), they correspond to 1 city district and 1 municipal district).

The population of rural settlements is given according to the 2010 population census[3], the population of urban settlements (urban-type settlements (working villages) and cities) is estimated as of January 1, 2022[4].

An excerpt characterizing the settlements of the Nenets Autonomous Okrug

Pierre could not fall asleep for a long time that day; He walked back and forth around the room, now frowning, pondering something difficult, suddenly shrugging his shoulders and shuddering, now smiling happily. He thought about Prince Andrei, about Natasha, about their love, and was either jealous of her past, then reproached her, then forgave himself for it. It was already six o'clock in the morning, and he was still walking around the room. “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 for 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 there anymore, 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 to 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 that was 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.” Only this doubt often occurred to Pierre. He also didn’t make any plans now. The impending happiness seemed so incredible to him that as soon as it happened, nothing could happen. It was all over. A joyful, unexpected madness, of which Pierre considered himself incapable, took possession of him. The whole meaning of life, not for him alone, but for the whole world, seemed to him to lie only in his love and in the possibility of her love for him. Sometimes all the people seemed to him to be occupied with only one thing - his future happiness. It sometimes seemed to him that they were all as happy as he was, and were only trying to hide this joy, pretending to be busy with other interests. In every word and movement he saw hints of his happiness. He often surprised people who met him with his significant, happy looks and smiles that expressed secret agreement. But when he realized that people might not know about his happiness, he felt sorry for them with all his heart and felt a desire to somehow explain to them that everything they were doing was complete nonsense and trifles, not worth attention. When he was offered to serve or when they discussed some general, state affairs and war, assuming that the happiness of all people depended on this or that outcome of such and such an event, he listened with a meek, sympathetic smile and surprised the people who spoke to him with his strange remarks. But both those people who seemed to Pierre to understand the real meaning of life, that is, his feeling, and those unfortunate ones who obviously did not understand this - all people during this period of time seemed to him in such a bright light of the feeling shining in him that without the slightest effort, he immediately, meeting any person, saw in him everything that was good and worthy of love. Looking at the affairs and papers of his late wife, he did not feel any feeling for her memory, except pity that she did not know the happiness that he knew now. Prince Vasily, now especially proud of receiving a new place and star, seemed to him a touching, kind and pitiful old man. Pierre often later recalled this time of happy madness. All the judgments that he made about people and circumstances during this period of time remained true for him forever. He not only did not subsequently renounce these views on people and things, but, on the contrary, in internal doubts and contradictions he resorted to the view that he had at this time of madness, and this view always turned out to be correct. “Perhaps,” he thought, “I seemed strange and funny then; but I was not as mad then as it seemed. On the contrary, I was then smarter and more insightful than ever, and I understood everything that is worth understanding in life, because ... I was happy.” Pierre's madness consisted in the fact that he did not wait, as before, for personal reasons, which he called the merits of people, in order to love them, but love filled his heart, and he, loving people for no reason, found undoubted reasons for which it was worth loving their.