The Amga River
The Amga (Yakut Амма) is a river in Yakutia, the left longest tributary of the Aldan River. It is 1,462 km long and has a catchment area of 69,300 square km.
The name comes fr om Evenk amnga which means gorge.
The river originates from the Aldan Plateau, wh ere it forms a narrow deep valley with a rocky bed. Down the village of Onnes, the valley widens and the river flow becomes calm. The river flows through the territory of six districts of Yakutia (fr om source to mouth): Oleyoma, Aldan, Amga, Churapcha, Tatta, and Tompo.
The Amga attracts tourists with its absolute purity, beautiful and unique nature, clean and crystal water.
The banks of the river are gentle, pebbly, rarely sandy. Its water stays warm from July till the end of August.
The springs begin to flow from both banks starting from the 100th km, below the bridge at Lena motoway.
Up to Munduruchchu, the banks of the Amga are inhabited by the Evenks. Their camps can be found every 20-30 km.
More often than any other Yakutian river, the Amga is glorified in songs and poems.
Irene Drozd
Every woman is a river –
Flowing tirelessly through life...
Deep and wide, her soul forever
Stretches boundless, free from strife.
Amga gave me three short days:
"Look at me – this is your reflection!"
From the waves, her image sways,
Plucking moments – fleeting, bright perfection...
Amginka girl in her own stream,
Splashed and laughed, her voice like chimes –
As if handing childhood’s dream,
Gifting me her morning light.
Young Amginka by the waterside,
Wove bright flowers through her hair -
Painting youth with colors wide
On golden trays beneath the air.
Mature Amginka, wise and bright,
Walked with me at sunset’s glow –
Shared her moonlit thoughts at night,
Praising age with words that flow.
Different faces, one same tide,
Carried by the river’s run -
Spellbound memories inside,
Woven by the waves as one.
"A woman’s path is never light,"
She whispers. "Stay – unyielding, true.
Live with grace, embrace your might,
Love yourself – let joy shine through!
Every woman is a river –
Look at me – this is your face:
Wide and deep, your soul forever
Stretches boundless through all space!
Every woman is a river!"
Amga sings, her song untamed...
Hand in hand, I’ll ride her quiver –
To the rainbow’s edge, unnamed...
Nikolai Glazkov
Proudly flows the Amga’s tide –
So clear, its waters brightly gleam,
That every stone gleams deep inside,
Unveiled beneath the crystal stream.
The Amga – a river without peer,
Worthy not of five, but six!
Her essence, tender, sweet, sincere –
The banks, the trees, the grass that mix
Whisper secrets soft and low,
A sacred hymn the winds bestow.
The Amga, crowned in forests tall,
Smiles as the taiga gently calls –
Caressed by leaves and pine needles’ fall,
A laughing beauty, loved by all.
The Amga, through the meadows wide,
Grins as fields brush her embrace –
Wh ere haystacks stretch for miles beside
Her currents’ ever-gracious grace.
She basks in nature’s grand display,
The Amga is alive in every way!
The river originates from the Aldan Plateau, wh ere it forms a narrow deep valley with a rocky bed. Down the village of Onnes, the valley widens and the river flow becomes calm. The river flows through the territory of six districts of Yakutia (fr om source to mouth): Oleyoma, Aldan, Amga, Churapcha, Tatta, and Tompo.
The Amga attracts tourists with its absolute purity, beautiful and unique nature, clean and crystal water.
The banks of the river are gentle, pebbly, rarely sandy. Its water stays warm from July till the end of August.
The springs begin to flow from both banks starting from the 100th km, below the bridge at Lena motoway.
Up to Munduruchchu, the banks of the Amga are inhabited by the Evenks. Their camps can be found every 20-30 km.
More often than any other Yakutian river, the Amga is glorified in songs and poems.
Irene Drozd
Every woman is a river –
Flowing tirelessly through life...
Deep and wide, her soul forever
Stretches boundless, free from strife.
Amga gave me three short days:
"Look at me – this is your reflection!"
From the waves, her image sways,
Plucking moments – fleeting, bright perfection...
Amginka girl in her own stream,
Splashed and laughed, her voice like chimes –
As if handing childhood’s dream,
Gifting me her morning light.
Young Amginka by the waterside,
Wove bright flowers through her hair -
Painting youth with colors wide
On golden trays beneath the air.
Mature Amginka, wise and bright,
Walked with me at sunset’s glow –
Shared her moonlit thoughts at night,
Praising age with words that flow.
Different faces, one same tide,
Carried by the river’s run -
Spellbound memories inside,
Woven by the waves as one.
"A woman’s path is never light,"
She whispers. "Stay – unyielding, true.
Live with grace, embrace your might,
Love yourself – let joy shine through!
Every woman is a river –
Look at me – this is your face:
Wide and deep, your soul forever
Stretches boundless through all space!
Every woman is a river!"
Amga sings, her song untamed...
Hand in hand, I’ll ride her quiver –
To the rainbow’s edge, unnamed...
Nikolai Glazkov
Proudly flows the Amga’s tide –
So clear, its waters brightly gleam,
That every stone gleams deep inside,
Unveiled beneath the crystal stream.
The Amga – a river without peer,
Worthy not of five, but six!
Her essence, tender, sweet, sincere –
The banks, the trees, the grass that mix
Whisper secrets soft and low,
A sacred hymn the winds bestow.
The Amga, crowned in forests tall,
Smiles as the taiga gently calls –
Caressed by leaves and pine needles’ fall,
A laughing beauty, loved by all.
The Amga, through the meadows wide,
Grins as fields brush her embrace –
Wh ere haystacks stretch for miles beside
Her currents’ ever-gracious grace.
She basks in nature’s grand display,
The Amga is alive in every way!