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Дайте развернутый ответ на вопрос жара или холод Что лучше выберите позицию Приведите довод в её защиту
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Холод,так как если умирать от холода намного лучше чем жары.Когда вы умираете от жары у вас горит все тело,это очень мучительная смерть,а от холода вы не можете двигатся,и засыпаете.Когда вы спали,вы уже умерли,так что это была без мучительная смерть.
Холод сильнее огня,так как вода способна потушить огонь
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