Предмет: Математика, автор: this1smiam

Составьте все четырехзначные числа кратные девять используя без повторения только цифры 0 4 6 и 8 ​

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Автор ответа: DG2017
8

Ответ:

4068, 4086, 4806, 4608, 4680, 4860, 8046, 8064, 8406, 8604, 8460, 8640, 6048, 6084, 6408, 6804, 6480, 6840

Пошаговое объяснение:

this1smiam: э а зач
acilovamir56: правильно
acilovamir56: мне петёрку поставили
lianakazimova23: эм а все тип так писать 4068 4068 4068 и ТД?
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The tailor sat down, close over the fire, lamenting: "One-and-twenty buttonholes of cherry-coloured silk! To be finished by noon of Saturday: and this is Tuesday evening. Was it right to let loose those mice, undoubtedly the property of Simpkin? Alack, I am undone, for I have no more twist!"
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The poor old tailor was very ill with a fever, tossing and turning in his four-post bed; and still in his dreams he mumbled: "No more twist! No more twist!"

What should become of the cherry-coloured coat? Who should come to sew it, when the window was barred, and the door was fast locked?

Out-of-doors the market folks went trudging through the snow to buy their geese and turkeys, and to bake their Christmas pies; but there would be no dinner for Simpkin and the poor old tailor of Gloucester.

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Went to catch a snail,

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Like a little kyloe cow.

Run, tailors, run!

Or she'll have you all e'en now!"

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Making coats for gentlemen.

Shall I come in and cut off yours threads?

Oh, no, Miss Pussy,

You'd bite off our heads!"

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