Предмет: История, автор: Jarrtyl

Вирішальна битва, що дозволила Речі Посполитій відновити контроль над Правобережжям:

А Полтавська битва

Б битва під Хотином

В битва під Могачем

Г битва під Віднем

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Автор ответа: marchenkonazar18
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Ответ:
Відповідь А
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