He took a breath and looked at the book. Instead of reciting the textbook, he thought about the bakery down the street that had raised its prices for cinnamon rolls. "Well," he stammered, "if the rolls are too expensive, we go to the supermarket instead. So the bakery has to lower the price or make them better to get us back."
"I'll just look at one answer to get the engine running," he promised himself. He took a breath and looked at the book
Anton realized then that the textbook wasn't his enemy, and the GDZ wasn't his savior. They were just tools. He still used the GDZ occasionally—mostly to check if his math on economic problems was right—but he never let it tell his stories for him again. So the bakery has to lower the price
Lyudmila Petrovna smiled. "Exactly. That’s better than the PDF, Anton." He still used the GDZ occasionally—mostly to check