Mixed impressions. We met well, the house is large, spacious, the guest room is on the second floor. The owner even took me to the sea. The fun began in the evening, or rather at night. Until one o'clock in the morning, children were running around the house, whether the grandchildren of the owners, or the guests - we did not understand, but the noise and din was endless.Mosquitoes are a real horror. They just ate us, not bit us. The most unbearable thing is that in the corner of our room, under the parquet floor, a mouse, or maybe a rat, was scratching all night, until the morning. The crosses scrawled in pencil on the walls of the room seemed especially strange. In general, they planned to live for three days, but in the end they just ran away in the morning.