In the heart of Serbia … Rudnik, Vila Kikovi

In the heart of Serbia … Rudnik, Vila Kikovi

Many would agree that Sumadija has no sea … Well, they’re cheating … An interesting, almost shy encounter of the hill, the valley, the arable land in the embrace of the spring sun under the mild breeze comes from a storm of color, where the restless waves of the green shores in ecstasy sweep in the distance … and the hazy hair of the Sumadija peasant somewhere far in the field … Together with the light, the sea under the Vila Kikovi sprinkles on all sides wooden-stone beauty, a typical representative of the Serbian village, which will welcome everyone, even the most suspicious traveler, with the hottest smile, and translate across the house threshold.

Morning …
The song of the birds with the orchestra of the cherry tree trumpets wakes from the strongest dream and leads right into the heart of the unreal Paradise java.

Winter …
The Vila Kikovi complex, surrounded by the thickest snow cover, with the sleeping crackling of wood in the fire of fireplaces destroys every kind of pain, burden and pain caused by civilization and city waste. The house on the Mine’s viewpoint soured in the hills of the sea is in fact an ideal place for escape and refuge in the world of living imagination.

Summer …
Flowers in the shades of the green sea of ​​Sumadija and a glimpse of the unobtrusive distance sprung only by the spring house, blinding the sun’s air while joining with the yellow traces of hay in the grass. In the flying air, Mother Nature touches the Divine, proud of her perfection, is grateful to the Lord ..

In Vila Kikovi’s life returns to the tradition and warmth of the family fireplace. The courtyard floats the scent that feeds, the fresh salad mum from earthen vessels of clay, the tomato soup is squeezed in the boiler, while the barbecue throws smoky clouds all the way to the next house, there behind the hill. The breeze opiates, wears and heals every wound in the flight. A day with black coffee and homemade cake on the terraces of Villa Kikovi’s picture is made up of small joys, just those that mean life ..

Aroma of the full tree of the cottage Vila Kikovi arouses all the mysteries of mystical happiness .. The nest of love and innocent children’s joy flutters a day under the auspices of this house … The orange sun is disappearing along the mountain as it salutes the village and goes into the smell ..

Night …
The sun drops on the eyes unseen, drenched with clear air, under the mantle of mountain stars with angels on the cloud, calm and quiet we started on the path .. .. till dawn, and she again announced a new day in the garden of the paradise, surrounded by beauty that still lives only in fairy tales … and in the magical place under the cap of Heavenly Vila Kikova …

Author of the text: Ana Vusovic- Markovic