“OAK” на итальянском языке

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quercia

oak

The door hung open, its oak surface scarred with twisting lines of char.

It was a massive oak door, bound with steel, and it rose twice the height of a tall man.

He was at home in the forest and spent nearly every day moving through the citadel of oak and pine.

Around them, knee-high oak stakes rose from dozens of other graves.

Rew watched it, noting its unworried movement, and waited for it to gather its nut and vanish back up the trunk of a towering oak.

And found the oak door to the stairs open, Nesta’s scent lingering.

Still snarling, Nesta yanked open the heavy oak door and peered down the steep, narrow stairwell.

The trees were thick, mostly pine, but the green of the pine was speckled with the colors of autumn as oak and elm broke through the canopy.

She grunted as the oak door at the top of the stairwell became visible at last.