As he wrote the final word— Vidpovid (Answer)—a grin spread across his face. "Ten crates," he murmured. The "grasshoppers" on the page had finally settled into a perfect row. He closed his book just as the bell rang, feeling like he hadn't just solved a math problem, but had successfully harvested the whole orchard himself.
Mykola took a breath. He began to write the Rozvyazannia (Solution) in his notebook with careful, shaky letters. He added the harvest from the two gardens. As he wrote the final word— Vidpovid (Answer)—a
Beside him, his friend Olena was already finishing. She leaned over, her braids swinging. "Remember, Mykola," she whispered, "you have to find the total first before you can divide it into the crates. Think of it like sharing your candies." He closed his book just as the bell