Предмет: Қазақ тiлi, автор: Аноним

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Автор ответа: aigul85uk

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бес-есептік, бесінші, жетінші,төртінші,алтыншы, жиырма бірінші, екінші-реттік сан есім, бесеу, жетеу,төртеу,алтау, екеу-жинақтық

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жинақтық сан есім-заттың жинақталған санын білдіріп нешеу? деген сұраққа жауап береді.

aigul85uk: да в таблицу

aigul85uk: бес бесінші бесеу вот так в таблицу пиши

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