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Seryozha looked at . It was a multi-step word problem about a fruit warehouse. “320 kg of apples, 4 times fewer pears…” He took a breath. He didn’t rush. He visualized the crates of fruit, subtracted carefully, and checked his work.
When the bell rang, Seryozha handed in his paper with a small smile. He didn’t need to wait for the grade to know that the second quarter was going to end on a high note. He walked out into the hallway, already thinking about the snowy football game they’d play during recess. Seryozha looked at
"Eyes on your own papers, please," Maria Ivanovna said, her voice calm but firm. She handed out the sheets. He didn’t rush
was geometry—finding the perimeter of a complex shape. He remembered the formula: P = (a + b) × 2 . He drew the rectangle neatly, his ruler clicking against the wooden desk. He didn’t need to wait for the grade