nieobrobione drewno

She nodded, looking down at the rough wood of me dock.

She stood in her bare feet on the cool, rough wood, feeling foolish.

It was nowhere near the rough wood that supported me.

Against the wall a wide bed had been set up, made from rough wood but holding a large mattress.

I felt the rough wood of the crown beneath my fingers.

There was a low rasping sound, like a hand being passed over rough wood.

He let himself go and they rocked together on the rough wood.

He groped for the support of the rough wood behind him.

She found a door of thick rough wood and beat on it.

At the end she sat down on the rough wood to let her feet dangle over the side.