Samara River - Honours

Honours

The asteroid 26922 Samara was named in honour of the river and city on 1 June 2007.†

Volga River
Tributaries
  • Selizharovka
  • Vazuza
  • Tvertsa
  • Shosha
  • Dubna
  • Medveditsa
  • Nerl
  • Kashinka
  • Sit'
  • Mologa
  • Suda
  • Sheksna
  • Sogozha
  • Kotorosl
  • Kostroma
  • Nyomda
  • Unzha
  • Uzola
  • Oka
  • Kudma
  • Kerzhenets
  • Sura
  • Vetluga
  • Rutka
  • Tsivil
  • Great Kokshaga
  • Little Kokshaga
  • Anish
  • Ilet
  • Sviyaga
  • Sumka
  • Kazanka
  • Kama
  • Aktay
  • Bezdna
  • Cheremshan
  • Sok
  • Samara
  • Chapayevka
  • Little Irgiz
  • Irgiz
  • Tereshka
  • Yeruslan
  • Akhtuba (distributary)
Reservoirs
  • Volgo Lake
  • Ivankovo
  • Uglich
  • Rybinsk
  • Gorky
  • Cheboksary
  • Kuybyshev
  • Saratov
  • Volgograd
Hydroelectric
stations
  • Ivankovo
  • Uglich
  • Rybinsk
  • Nizhny Novgorod
  • Cheboksary
  • Zhiguli
  • Saratov
  • Volga
Canals
  • Moscow Canal
  • Volga–Baltic Waterway
  • Volga–Don Canal


Coordinates: 53°10′01″N 50°03′43″E / 53.16694°N 50.06194°E / 53.16694; 50.06194

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