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Unecha

(Bryansk region)

OKATO code:
15258501
Founded:
1887
Urban settlement since:
1927
City since:
1940 City of district subordination (Unechsky district of the Bryansk region)
Center:
Unechsky district
Telephone code (reference phone)

Deviation from Moscow time, hours:
0
Geographic latitude:
52°51′
Geographic longitude:
32°41′
Altitude above sea level, meters:
180 Sunrise and sunset times in the city of Unecha

Notes

1. ↑ 123
   www.gks.ru/free_doc/doc_2016/bul_dr/mun_obr2016.rar Population of the Russian Federation by municipalities as of January 1, 2016

2. This is a draft article on the geography of the Bryansk region. You can help the project by adding to it.

Map

Unecha: photo from space (Google Maps) Unecha: photo from space (Microsoft Virtual Earth)

a brief description of

The city is located in the upper reaches of the river. Unecha (Dnieper basin), 140 km southwest of Bryansk. Railway node

Territory (sq. km): 15

Information about the city of Unecha on the Russian Wikipedia website

Historical sketch

In 1672, the Unecha farmstead appeared on the river. Unecha. Hydronym from the Old Russian root un, modern young, i.e. “young river” (as opposed to old river, old man, old woman, old woman).

It emerged in 1887 as a station on the Polesie Railway. After the construction of the Kharkov-Orsha line in 1929, Unecha became a significant railway junction.

PGT since October 24, 1927 City since 1940

During the Great Patriotic War of 1941-45, it was occupied by Nazi troops on August 17, 1941. It was liberated on September 23, 1943 by troops of the Bryansk Front during the Bryansk operation.

Municipal indicators

Data sources:

1. Regions of Russia. Main characteristics of the constituent entities of the Russian Federation: statistical collection. Goskomstat of Russia. - M:, 2003.

Economy

. Enterprises of railway transport (locomotive and carriage depots, etc.) and food industry (factories: vegetable drying, oil and milk powder, meat and poultry processing plants). Plant of reinforced concrete products.

Main enterprises

FOOD INDUSTRY

OJSC "Unecha Vegetable Drying Plant"
243200, Bryansk region, Unecha district, Unecha, st.
Krupskaya, 22 Offers:
Canned vegetables, dried vegetables and potatoes, minced meat

Culture, science, education

Monument to active participant in the Civil War N.A. Shchorsu (formed the Bohunsky regiment of his division in Unecha).

Museums, galleries, exhibition halls

Unecha Art Gallery of the Bryansk Region 243300, Bryansk Region, Unecha District, Unecha, st.
Lunacharskogo, 5-A Unecha branch of the Bryansk State Museum of Local Lore 243300, Bryansk region, Unecha district, Unecha, st. Oktyabrskaya, 14 Phone(s): (48351) 2-12-38

City today

In the city there are the Unecha locomotive depot, a carriage depot, the Unecha restaurant, a sauna, the Electron sports complex, the May 1st Club, CJSC Wolfram Company, JSC Resistor, JSC Unecha Vegetable Drying Plant, mechanical plant, central district hospital. There are five schools in the city. There is an intracity bus service. The Unecha relay station provides television and radio broadcasting to the entire western part of the Bryansk region. It is also planned to build a large mining and processing plant for processing zirconium in the area.

According to data for 2007, the Unechi district includes 114 settlements. The population exceeds 47 thousand people. There are 49 educational institutions in the region, including: 7 preschools, 36 secondary schools, a Children's Creativity Center, two vocational schools, a branch of the Moscow State Technological Academy; 27 medical institutions, 160 shops, 72 cultural institutions. 400 enterprises, organizations, institutions, structural divisions, public organizations and associations are registered in the district.

Excerpt characterizing Unecha

In the evening, Mikhail Ivanovich, sent from the prince, came to Princess Marya for a letter from Prince Andrei, which was forgotten in the living room. Princess Marya submitted the letter. Although it was unpleasant for her, she allowed herself to ask Mikhail Ivanovich what her father was doing. “They’re all busy,” said Mikhail Ivanovich with a respectfully mocking smile that made Princess Marya turn pale. – They are very worried about the new building. “We read a little, and now,” Mikhail Ivanovich said, lowering his voice, “the bureau must have started working on the will.” (Recently, one of the prince’s favorite pastimes was working on the papers that were supposed to remain after his death and which he called a will.) - And Alpatych is sent to Smolensk? - asked Princess Marya. - Why, he’s been waiting for a long time. When Mikhail Ivanovich returned with the letter to the office, the prince, wearing glasses, with a lampshade over his eyes and a candle, was sitting at the open bureau, with papers in his far-off hand, and in a somewhat solemn pose was reading his papers (remarks, as he called them), which were to be delivered to the sovereign after his death. When Mikhail Ivanovich entered, there were tears in his eyes, memories of the time when he wrote what he was now reading. He took the letter from Mikhail Ivanovich’s hands, put it in his pocket, put away the papers and called Alpatych, who had been waiting for a long time. On a piece of paper he wrote down what was needed in Smolensk, and he, walking around the room past Alpatych, who was waiting at the door, began to give orders. - First, postal paper, do you hear, eight hundred, according to the sample; gold-edged... a sample, so that it will certainly be according to it; varnish, sealing wax - according to a note from Mikhail Ivanovich. He walked around the room and looked at the memo. “Then personally give the governor a letter about the recording. Then they needed bolts for the doors of the new building, certainly of the style that the prince himself had invented. Then a binding box had to be ordered for storing the will. Giving orders to Alpatych lasted more than two hours. The prince still did not let him go. He sat down, thought and, closing his eyes, dozed off. Alpatych stirred. - Well, go, go; If you need anything, I will send it. Alpatych left. The prince went back to the bureau, looked into it, touched his papers with his hand, locked it again and sat down at the table to write a letter to the governor. It was already late when he stood up, sealing the letter. He wanted to sleep, but he knew that he would not fall asleep and that his worst thoughts came to him in bed. He called Tikhon and went with him through the rooms to tell him where to make his bed for that night. He walked around, trying on every corner. Everywhere he felt bad, but the worst thing was the familiar sofa in the office. This sofa was scary to him, probably because of the heavy thoughts that he changed his mind while lying on it. Nowhere was good, but the best place of all was the corner in the sofa behind the piano: he had never slept here before. Tikhon brought the bed with the waiter and began to set it up. - Not like that, not like that! - the prince shouted and moved it a quarter away from the corner, and then again closer. “Well, I’ve finally done everything over, now I’ll rest,” the prince thought and allowed Tikhon to undress himself. Frowning in annoyance from the efforts that had to be made to take off his caftan and trousers, the prince undressed, sank heavily onto the bed and seemed to be lost in thought, looking contemptuously at his yellow, withered legs. He didn’t think, but he hesitated in front of the difficulty ahead of him to lift those legs and move on the bed. “Oh, how hard it is! Oh, if only this work would end quickly, quickly, and you would let me go! - he thought. He pursed his lips and made this effort for the twentieth time and lay down. But as soon as he lay down, suddenly the whole bed moved evenly under him back and forth, as if breathing heavily and pushing. This happened to him almost every night. He opened his eyes that had closed. - No peace, damned ones! - he growled with anger at someone. “Yes, yes, there was something else important, I saved something very important for myself in bed at night. Valves? No, that's what he said. No, there was something in the living room. Princess Marya was lying about something. Desalle—that fool—was saying something. There’s something in my pocket, I don’t remember.” - Quiet! What did they talk about at dinner? - About the prince, Mikhail... - Shut up, shut up. “The prince slammed his hand on the table. - Yes! I know, a letter from Prince Andrei. Princess Marya was reading. Desalles said something about Vitebsk. Now I'll read it. He ordered the letter to be taken out of his pocket and a table with lemonade and a vitushka - a wax candle - to be moved towards the bed and, putting on his glasses, he began to read. Here only in the silence of the night, in the faint light from under the green cap, did he read the letter for the first time and for a moment understand its meaning.