Предмет: Қазақ тiлi, автор: minaasido

помогите пожалуйста по казахскому! есть сверху подсказка типо ну правила
я просто не понимаю ПОЖАЛУЙСТА

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Сізге тамақ пісіріп берейін. Үйіңізді жинап берейік. Ол бұлақты тазаласын. біз тез жүрейік. Сендер үйге ерте келіңдер. Мен сенің шашыңды қиып берейін. Бақшаға барып жұмыс істейін. Сіздер бәліш пісіріңіздер. Жүріңдер, біз ағашты байлайық. Олар үй жинасын.

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