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Funeral home acropolis at the river station. Guest house "Acropolis" in Nikolaevka (Crimea) Funeral home acropolis

Booking a room in the Akropol guest house will allow travelers to stay in the village of Nikolaevka, which, in turn, is located 35 kilometers from the city of Evpatoria. Despite the fact that the village is inferior in popularity among tourists to neighboring cities, the infrastructure here is at a sufficient level to provide comfortable conditions for tourists to relax. Hotels Acropolis is located in a quiet area of ​​the village, which is called the "New Market". At the same time, the center can be easily reached on foot. The beach line of the village is less than 10 minutes walk. It starts behind Embankment Street and passes through the entire settlement. Part of the beach, located closer to the central part of the city, is landscaped: here you can rent sun loungers and parasols. Nearby is the seaport of the village, from where you can take an excursion on a pleasure boat along the seashore. Less than half a kilometer from the Acropolis guest house, there is a market. It is easy to find it at the intersection of Chudesnaya and Morskaya streets. Here you can buy juicy fruits, as well as local products. The village bus station (Lenin Street) is located 800 meters from this accommodation option. From here you can take one of the many intercity buses and get to the village of Saki, famous for its healing mud, Evpatoria, and also to Sevastopol. One kilometer from the hotel Acropolis is the Embankment street. This is the very center of the village. Along Embankment Street you can find a lot of cafes and restaurants with views, souvenir shops, as well as tour desks. It is pleasant to walk along the Embankment in the evenings and listen to live music.

Akropol Guest House is located in Nikolaevka. There is a games room and an on-site restaurant.

A small cozy hotel with a gazebo, five minutes walk from the beach. It offers comfortable rooms and a relaxed atmosphere. Suitable for a budget holiday.

Located: in the village Nikolaevka, 45 km from Simferopol airport.

Consists of a 4-storey building.

Only 20 rooms.

Beach: public sand and pebble 500 m from the hotel (3rd coastline). Umbrellas and sunbeds for a fee.

Additional Information:

  • Children: All ages are accepted. Children up to 3 years old are accommodated without a bed and meals - free of charge. Children from 4 years old and adults on extra bed - discounts.
  • Check-out time: check-in - 14.00, check-out - 12.00
  • Documents: passport, for a child under 14 years old - birth certificate, MHI (Compulsory Medical Insurance) policy or insurance.

On the territory of the hotel: dining room, secure parking, safe, laundry, self-catering kitchen, gazebo

For children: playground, baby cot for extra charge

The nearest airport is 45 km from the hotel.

My friend Sergei and I came to conquer Moscow 20 years ago from Irkutsk. We lived in a rented apartment in Biryulyovo with Aunt Masha. They earned a living by working at night as loaders at the Yaroslavl railway station. In the year of arrival, they entered the MAI as an aircraft designer and received a double room in a hostel. Words cannot convey what I had to experience during my student years, but they received hardening for the rest of my life. In the last year, my friend and I, working as covens on the construction of summer cottages, decided to organize our own cooperative, and in the fall a brigade was already working for us. Ten years later, we headed one of the largest construction organizations in Moscow. Over the years, Sergei and I have never doubted each other, constantly looking for compromises in controversial decisions. In 2000, Serega married Daria, they had a beautiful daughter, Alla, and two years later, a boy named Andrey appeared, named after me. I also did not lag behind and, half a year late from a friend, tied the knot with Elena. The business grew, and so did our families. Nothing overshadowed us, except for domestic and minor construction problems, but then it struck, as they say, from where they did not expect. Sergey and I had a passion since childhood, we loved rocks, we dreamed about them. Until 2000, these were dreams, and then they became reality. We started from Vladikavkaz, then Crimea, Dombay captured us so much that our families lost us. Once every three months for two weeks we went to the camps. But then suddenly it happened. In the Tsei Gorge, my friend Seryoga lost his temper. He flew three hundred meters and fell into a hard-to-reach place, where we arrived three hours later. Apparently he was alive after the fall, as we heard screams and his posture with the protection removed spoke about it. Nevertheless, Seryoga died, irrevocably and silently, his eyes, already inanimate, looked at the sky. The world has gone black. For two days we had to deliver Seryoga's body to the lower camp. For two days I walked next to him and talked, we remembered how we entered the institute and passed exams with zero knowledge, saving ourselves with young impudence. As they painted houses at the Sabbath, diluting the paint in glasses, the house turned out to be a multi-colored cage and the hostess almost killed us, but apparently our unfortunate appearance moved her to pity and we received the coveted gold piece. How we received the first serious order for the construction of a barn in the Kaluga region. How drunk when his daughter was born. For the first time in almost forty years of our friendship, Seryoga was silent, did not interrupt or argue, but only looked somewhere into the sky. In the camp, an UAZ was waiting, a policeman and orderlies, they loaded the body of the unfortunate Seryoga on a stretcher and took him somewhere. The policeman asked questions and took away the documents. I didn't know how to tell Dasha about her husband and my friend, so I decided to take him to Moscow first. I dialed the first funeral service phone I came across on the Internet and said that I wanted them to take my friend's body to Moscow. In the evening I spoke with an agent in Vladikavkaz. Dmitry, after talking with me, apparently realizing what I specifically need, said goodbye until the morning. Further, a few hours later we flew to our native Moscow. Now I understand that what was happening for me was in a fog. Moscow met with rain, wind and traffic jams. I went to Dasha, Dmitry stayed at the airport, having agreed with me to meet in the evening at Sergey's house. A place in the cemetery went to choose two families. We immediately ordered a monument and a granite fence. August 10, 2011 is the last day of Serega's stay on earth. We gathered at the mortuary, where funeral buses took their clients to the cemeteries. So we were seated and taken, Dima was here nearby, I wonder where he gets the strength for his work. Summer this year is not destructive, like the previous one. The sun does not burn through. The coffin with the body of Sergei was lowered into the grave on white towels by strong cemetery guys, entrusting us to throw a handful of earth, they themselves threw the grave in a matter of moments. Why am I writing all this? For those who helped me with my friend's funeral. Then I could not tell them anything, now after 3 months and moving away from the shock, I can thank them. Thanks to Dimitri, agent of the Acropolis Funeral Home. Thanks to Nikolai, the caretaker at the cemetery. Thanks to Alexei, the hearse driver. Thanks to all those whose names I do not remember, but I remember how you carefully laid my Seryoga, carried him and covered him with blankets in a coffin. Thanks to all the workers of the ritual for your difficult work. God bless you.