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Чего то не получилось

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Кривые руки это приговор.Все работает.

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Люди помогите открыть!!!

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Блог супер, порекомендую знакомым!

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Доброго времени суток! Не вижу условия использования информации. Можно ли копировать написанный вами текст на свой сайт, если ставить ссылку на эту страницу?

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Статья интересная, но мне кажется, все это сказки, не более.

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Тут кто-нибудь разбирается в радио? Нужен коллега, который рассказал бы вкратце о транзисторе Т2 (не понятно как проверить гв = гв1). Надеюсь, радиолюбители тут “водятся”. Если не по теме совершенно, то извините. Вынужден написать, выхода просто не вижу. ЗЫ: если орфография не правильная то тоже извините, мне 13 лет только.




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