Spisat Domashneju Rabotu Po Matematike 4 A Klass -

Maxim didn't say a word. He just slowly unzipped his backpack and pulled out a notebook that seemed to glow with perfection. He placed it on the corner of his desk. A line formed immediately. It was the "Great 4-A Handover."

The class froze. Sasha looked down. He had drawn a perfect, tiny brown circle on his paper to match Maxim’s notebook. spisat domashneju rabotu po matematike 4 a klass

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." Maxim didn't say a word

Maxim sighed. "Next time, guys," he whispered, "maybe leave out the stains." A line formed immediately

"Just five minutes, Maxim!" Sasha pleaded, grabbing the notebook. He began to (copy) the homework at lightning speed. His pencil blurred across the paper.

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.