**At the edge of the road stood an oak tree. Probably ten times older than the birches that made up the forest, it was ten times as thick and twice as tall as each birch. It was an enormous two girths oak with boughs that had been broken off for a long time, and with frayed bark overgrown with old sores. With its huge, clumsy, asymmetrically spread gaunt hands and fingers, it stood between the smiling birches as an old, angry, contemptuous freak. He was the only one who did not want to submit to the charms of spring and did not want to see the spring or the sun. Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)** - Upscaled by <@492995338097917953> (fast)
At the edge of the road stood an oak tree. Probably ten times older than the birches that made up the forest, it was ten times as thick and twice as tall as each birch. It was an enormous two girths oak with boughs that had been broken off for a long time, and with frayed bark overgrown with old sores. With its huge, clumsy, asymmetrically spread gaunt hands and fingers, it stood between the smiling birches as an old, angry, contemptuous freak. He was the only one who did not want to submit to the charms of spring and did not want to see the spring or the sun. Translated with www.DeepL.comTranslator free version