Предмет: Математика, автор: aleks121231

Сабина и Самир задумали по одному числу. Если количество десятков числа , которое задумала Сабина уменьшить на 3 то получится число 446. Какое число задумала Сабина? Это число на 208 больше числа , которое задумал Самир. Кское число задумал Самир?

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Автор ответа: kiiiiiirumiKaeeede

Ответ:

Сабина: 476 а Самир 684

Пошаговое объяснение:

если десятки уменьшить на 3 то соответственно нужно это число прибавить к десятком. 4+3=7. = 476

Самир=476+208= 684

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