Mrs. Ivanova walked up and down the aisles. She stopped at Maxim’s desk. "Excellent work as always, Maxim," she said. Then she looked at Sasha. "And Sasha... how interesting. You’ve even copied the tiny coffee stain Maxim has on his margin."
"Wait," Katya hissed, leaning over Sasha’s shoulder. "Maxim, why is the answer to problem three '452'? I got 'fruit salad'." spisat domashneju rabotu po matematike 4 a klass
The notebook passed from hand to hand like a secret map. Dasha copied the geometry; Ivan rushed through the word problems. By the time their teacher, Mrs. Ivanova, walked into the room, every student in 4-A sat perfectly still, their notebooks open to page 42, all with the exact same neat (and slightly frantic) handwriting. "Excellent work as always, Maxim," she said
Maxim sighed. "Next time, guys," he whispered, "maybe leave out the stains." how interesting
Mrs. Ivanova walked up and down the aisles. She stopped at Maxim’s desk. "Excellent work as always, Maxim," she said. Then she looked at Sasha. "And Sasha... how interesting. You’ve even copied the tiny coffee stain Maxim has on his margin."
"Wait," Katya hissed, leaning over Sasha’s shoulder. "Maxim, why is the answer to problem three '452'? I got 'fruit salad'."
The notebook passed from hand to hand like a secret map. Dasha copied the geometry; Ivan rushed through the word problems. By the time their teacher, Mrs. Ivanova, walked into the room, every student in 4-A sat perfectly still, their notebooks open to page 42, all with the exact same neat (and slightly frantic) handwriting.
Maxim sighed. "Next time, guys," he whispered, "maybe leave out the stains."
