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1. Obraz Bajka zimowa ma kształt prostokąta o wymiarach 1,32 m x 1,59 m. Reprodukcja tego obrazu ma wymiary 6,6 cm x 7, 95 cm. W jakiej skali wykonano tę reprodukcję?

2.Ile jedynek należy użyć, aby ponumerować wszystkie strony książki, począwszy od numeru 6., a skończywszy na numerze 122.



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