Предмет: Математика, автор: freezygamefur

При делении числа x на 8 получается три целых пять восьмых.Найдите число x

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Автор ответа: anelkarimova2

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Пошаговое объяснение:

3 принидаем цифру 8 и получаем 26,7

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