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Berdsk
Berdsk (Russian: Бердск) is a town in Novosibirsk Oblast, Russia, a satellite of Novosibirsk, situated on a bank of the Berd River. Population: 97,296 (2010 Census); 88,445 (2002 Census); 79,252 (1989 Census).
Geography
The town is situated on the left bank of Berdsk gulf, the flooded valley of the Berd River, the land is plain. There are fields to the south of the town and a pine forest of about 20 square kilometers (7.7 sq mi) to the west, between Berdsk and the Ob Sea.
History
The migration of Russians into the territory of modern Novosibirsk Oblast began at the end of the 17th century and continuing through the beginning of the 18th century. The people were usual for all the Siberia colonization: fugitive peasants who escaped from excessive pressure of Peter the Great's regime, Old Believers (raskolniki), people free for various reasons (volnitsa) like hunters for furs attracted by the richness of Siberian woods and others, searching for freedom (volya) and wishing to settle in these places (see History of Siberia).
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