He realized that using GDZ was like watching someone else exercise: you see the result, but you don't get any stronger. Sasha decided that from then on, he would rather stumble across the bridge himself than be carried across it in his sleep.
Sasha’s desk was a battlefield of open tabs. One tab held the digital version of the English 10-11 Reader , and the other was a "GDZ" site, ready to provide a translated summary of a story by Somerset Maugham. For Sasha, English was just a series of puzzles to be bypassed. He realized that using GDZ was like watching
Mrs. Ivanova nodded, beaming. Sasha looked down at his screen. The GDZ hadn't mentioned the tea. It had given him the skeleton of the story, but Katya had found its heart. One tab held the digital version of the