Yekaterinburg, the Russian city that says: ‘Don’t call us Siberia’

'You might be able to find the physical border. But the border in the soul is hard to define'

David Filipov
Saturday 07 January 2017 00:32 GMT
The Cathedral on the Blood in Yekaterinburg, Russia
The Cathedral on the Blood in Yekaterinburg, Russia (Getty)

Where is Siberia?

You know the place: bears, vodka, oil, very big, awfully remote, once filled with political prisoners (and now home to some of Russia’s cutting-edge computer geniuses).

But where does it start?

Encyclopaedia Britannica, for one, describes it as that vast region of Russia “that extends from the Ural Mountains in the west to the Pacific Ocean in the east”.

That’s not quite right. At least not from the point of view of the 1.3 million residents of Yekaterinburg, Russia’s fourth-largest city, which sits just to the east of the range that divides Europe and Asia.

Yekaterinburgers will tell you with tightly clenched teeth that they are in the Urals. Not. Siberia.

Yekaterinburg's central shopping street
Yekaterinburg's central shopping street (Getty)

The Washington Post ran into this when it published a blog post about a “Siberian bar” in Yekaterinburg that had come up with humorous Russian translations for American cocktails. Facebook shuddered with the umbrage of Uralites (and the Post corrected the wording).

But no one could say for sure where Siberia does start. So the Post travelled to Yekaterinburg to find out, and this became a local news story. A camera crew from, a Yekaterinburg television and news website, followed a Post reporter around, trying to help explain the difference between Siberian and Ural culture.

Siberia gets way more news coverage because it’s huge, comprising 74 per cent of Russia’s land mass, according to Olga Guryevskikh, who teaches geography at the Ural State Pedagogical University. The Urals make up just six per cent, but the region is also a famous brand – check the price of oil futures.

With that in mind, the Post made its first stop at a restaurant called Pelmeni Club, whose co-owner, Yelena Makusheva, served tasty samples of dumplings from Siberia and the Urals. The Siberian ones had exotic, frontier-sounding names such as “Yamal wild deer” (with real deer meat) and “Grandmother in a kerchief” (beef, pork and mutton). The Ural pelmeni were called “Duck and goose” and “Turnips with mushrooms”.

They all tasted good. Which ones did Makusheva prefer? And what did they say about regional cultures?

Yekaterinburg's central shopping street
Yekaterinburg's central shopping street (Getty)

“There is no better or worse,” she said, smiling. “Siberian, Ural, we’re all Russians. The pelmeni are the best wherever we are.”

This last could have been a philosophical statement, or it could have been a plug for the restaurant she and her partner have opened in the Siberian city of Tyumen. It was time to do an interview at the TV studio.

The host, Olga Chebykina, brought in Guryevskikh, who took out a topographical map of Russia and, as the cameras rolled, pointed at the yellow section that indicated the Ural Mountains. On the map, that yellow yields to a sea of green that stretches east. Even though you can’t see the mountains in Yekaterinburg, the city is on the yellow part of the map. The green sea is Siberia.

Maddeningly, that boundary did not match modern regional borders.

The Post resolved to find that magical spot.

“You might be able to find the physical border,” Chebykina said. “But the border in the soul is hard to define.”

More mystery!

Marina Tchebotaeva, the down-to-earth general director of the Yekaterinburg office of a German water treatment company, tried to explain. The Urals, generally speaking, are populated by descendants of peasants who toiled at factories in the 18th century, when Peter the Great needed iron and copper to fight his wars, she said.

Yekaterinburg's business district
Yekaterinburg's business district (Getty)

“The main characteristic of Uralites is the love of work,” Tchebotaeva said. “We have a lot of large factories, good engineers, and we really love to work and get good results.”

Siberia, on the other hand, was populated by explorers and pioneers, she said – Cossacks who built forts, and the traders and farmers who settled near them.

“Siberians have always been brave, freedom-loving and enterprising people,” she said. “They’ll never leave you by the side of the road. If your car breaks down, they’ll help you. Because if you’re stuck on the side of the road when it’s 22 below you’ll never survive.”

As she said this, the temperature outside was descending along with the weak, winter sun. It would hit 22 degrees below zero that night.

“Urals people wouldn’t leave you, either,” Tchebotaeva added.

Tchebotaeva posted on her Facebook page about this reporter’s quest, prompting reactions that aptly describe the state of US-Russian relations.

“Why does he need to know?” read one post. “Maybe he’s trying to divide the country!”

Another poster elaborated on this theory. The United States “is going to try to separate Siberia from Russia.”

It sounds overwrought, but try to imagine an expedition of Russian reporters venturing into Colorado, purportedly to find where the Rockies end and the Midwest begins. Those would have to be spies looking for our missile silos, right?

OK, maybe not.

The next morning, it was a dare-we-call-it-Siberian 13 below as we headed east from Yekaterinburg.

We passed fields and snow, and snowy fields. The sun rose and the temperature actually went down. The road was ploughed, and Russia has excellent gas stations with well-stocked convenience stores.

And then, on a wooded upgrade about 200 miles east of Yekaterinburg, we found that mystical border, marked by a faded, primitive sign with the word “Siberia” scrawled on it, just past a bridge over the trickle of a brook fed by an underground spring. At the water’s edge, an inscription on a stone described this as the accepted border of Siberia in the 18th century. Nearby, a boarded-up cafe was surrounded by knee-deep, untouched snow, and a large, cinder block outhouse loomed.

The magic of this place was faint, but the cold was not: this reporter’s iPhone froze, as did the crew’s drone.

A few miles into Siberia lay the town of Ust-Nitsinskoye, a settlement of a thousand souls founded in 1622 on the spot where the Nitsa River flows into the Tura River.

The appearance of TV cameras sent townspeople scurrying. The first who was willing to talk was a retired bauxite miner who gave only his name and patronymic, Boris Mikhailovich, 65. He was wearing military fatigues and feeding chickadees out of his bare hand, seemingly oblivious to the chill.

An advertisement for Ahmad Tea painted on the side of an apartment block, in Yekaterinburg, Russia
An advertisement for Ahmad Tea painted on the side of an apartment block, in Yekaterinburg, Russia (Getty)

How very Siberian!

“What is the difference between people from the Urals and Siberians,” asked Svetlana Smirnova, the producer. “Is there any?”

“I don’t think so,” Boris Mikhailovich said.

Not too helpful. The next person willing to speak to us gave only his nickname, Tolik.

“What’s the difference between people from the Urals and people from Siberia?” Smirnova asked.

“Uhm, I don’t know,” Tolik said.

“You don’t notice a difference?” Smirnova persisted.

“Nope,” said Tolik.

Smirnova is a good journalist. She didn’t give up.

“So are you closer to a Siberian or a Uralite?” she asked.

“I’m a little bit of both,” Tolik shrugged.

Here, the search ended. It was dark, and freezing, and 200 miles back to Yekaterinburg.

Some of it in Siberia, the rest in the Urals.

Whatever that meant.

©Washington Post

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