Предмет: Русский язык, автор: irinakasirskih5183

Придумайте Упражнение на тему "Глагол" (решение тоже написать) ПОЖАЛУЙСТА СРОЧНООО НАДО
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irinakasirskih5183: надо со о задание, а не предложения.
irinakasirskih5183: само*

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Автор ответа: muxtorsled
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задайте вапрос к слову подметать и т.д

Автор ответа: isazanersyn
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Ответ:надо тебе саставить предложение по глаголу в разброс чтоб получился текст

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