Предмет: Биология, автор: влад1001223

напишите плиз краткий рассказ о почках

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Автор ответа: 222002ARSEN222002

Можешь собрать данные в инете там что то вроде в росий ????? Человек умирает изза пьянств ????? Процентов из них изза болезней почек. Почки в росий каждый день геройствуют незнаю как но чтото вроде этого :-)

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