Предмет: Другие предметы, автор: djdf222333

Помогите пожалуйста придумать название танцевальной группе в которой 3 девочки !!!!!
Танцы бальные!!!!

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Автор ответа: Bazl

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КвикстепТрио- квикстеп- быстрая разновидность фокстрота, трио- Вас трое!, даже если количество в группе возрастет до десятка человек- я бы не стал менять название- так как оно будет навеевать воспоминания с чего у Вас все началось, не смотря на то, что бальные танци- они парные! Успехов!

djdf222333: Спасибо

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