Предмет: Қазақ тiлi, автор: rahat73114

№3 «Қыс» өлеңінен тенеулер мен эпитеттерді теріп жазыңыз.100 балл берем​

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Автор ответа: ibergij
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Ответ:1) терең тыныс алатын таза ауа

2)ақ көрпесін жамылған жер

3) екі беттері алмадай боп шана тепкен балалар

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