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Artyom hesitated. He loved his Queen and Beatles playlists. But then he looked at the textbook. "Just Exercise 15," he whispered. "I need the essay."

The owl nodded, and the golden script on the screen transformed into a perfect, handwritten essay about the Tower of London. Artyom scrambled to copy it into his notebook. As he wrote the last word, a strange sensation washed over him. He tried to hum "Yellow Submarine," but the melody was gone. He couldn't even remember the name of the band. skachat gdz po angliiskomu chast afanaseva vereshchagina

The next morning, Artyom handed in his work. His teacher, Olga Petrovna, raised an eyebrow as she read it. "This is university-level English, Artyom. Remarkable." Artyom hesitated

He got an A+, but the victory felt hollow. That evening, when his friends started singing along to a song on the radio, Artyom sat in silence, unable to understand why the music made them so happy. He realized then that the "easy way" hadn't just given him the answers—it had taken away the very reason he wanted to learn the language in the first place: to connect with the world. "Just Exercise 15," he whispered

The blue light of the laptop screen was the only thing illuminating Artyom’s room as the clock ticked toward midnight. On his desk lay the " English IV " textbook by Afanaseva and Vereshchagina, its colorful cover looking more like a mountain he couldn’t climb than a school subject.