Предмет: Математика, автор: cftygv2001

продолжите предложения. модуль положительного числа или нуля равен...
модуль отрицательного числа равен...

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Автор ответа: Sofia26

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модуль положительного числа или 0 равен этому числу (без знака +)
модуль отрицательного числа равен этому же числу без знаков

Автор ответа: Yulia329

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Модуль равен расстоянию от начала координат (нуля) координатной прямой до точки, имеющей координату, равную этому числу. Как-то так. Модуль нуля- нуль.

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