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10.0
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7.0
Cleanliness:
8.0
Food:
8.0
Amenities:
5.0
Vacationers! If you are over 45 (and up to infinity), you are not spoiled by civilized places of rest - you are here! and only here! because in the boarding house....named after Chekhov, there is a feeling - you are again in the Soviet Union. The staff will not try to make your stay better. The atmosphere is gloomy. In general, everything is bad. Chekhov, if he had known that all this economy was named after him, he would have shot himself!
From the good - we lived in a suite (good repair, sea view, 3 balconies). This is where the good ends.
The beach is on the edge of geography, the minibus carries to the beach on an extremely inconvenient schedule. you take a turn in this minibus. The beach is trash. no one cleans it, the beach itself is tiny. and if you take into account the moment that the local population is also allowed on the beach, then the picture is obtained as in Soviet films - remember? - all on each other's heads.
Meals - Soviet canteen. The crockery is almost all chipped. Waitresses are stupid. the dining room itself is a rather cramped room, part of which is located in the steam room - in a large glazed balcony (no air conditioning!!! ). In the heat - not what it is, you don’t want to breathe there! Some dishes - for example the first ones - were almost always delicious, delicious pastries. The rest is salads, the second is gloomy, honestly!
There is nothing to do on the territory of the boarding house. The gym does not work - something was not taken. in the bar (open in the evenings) in the fresh air - live music (repertoire - from the Vladimir Central - to the White Roses). True, kebabs and grilled vegetables are very tasty and at a normal price.
In short - there is nothing to do there! in this piece of paradise called the house of creativity of writers named after Chekhov.
From the good - we lived in a suite (good repair, sea view, 3 balconies). This is where the good ends.
The beach is on the edge of geography, the minibus carries to the beach on an extremely inconvenient schedule. you take a turn in this minibus. The beach is trash. no one cleans it, the beach itself is tiny. and if you take into account the moment that the local population is also allowed on the beach, then the picture is obtained as in Soviet films - remember? - all on each other's heads.
Meals - Soviet canteen. The crockery is almost all chipped. Waitresses are stupid. the dining room itself is a rather cramped room, part of which is located in the steam room - in a large glazed balcony (no air conditioning!!! ). In the heat - not what it is, you don’t want to breathe there! Some dishes - for example the first ones - were almost always delicious, delicious pastries. The rest is salads, the second is gloomy, honestly!
There is nothing to do on the territory of the boarding house. The gym does not work - something was not taken. in the bar (open in the evenings) in the fresh air - live music (repertoire - from the Vladimir Central - to the White Roses). True, kebabs and grilled vegetables are very tasty and at a normal price.
In short - there is nothing to do there! in this piece of paradise called the house of creativity of writers named after Chekhov.
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