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Karych explains the rules Losyash: Well, I see, so who starts first? Karych: Who has the longest word? Losyash looks at his letters Losyash: Please, methanol. places letter tiles on the cells Kopatych: eh... you're lucky, and I have the word Peace, a good word... kind, but only five points Losyash: Don't write the word "mir," insert the simple word "ramma," and from it the word "Fawn," the points will be calculated, and you'll have 35 points. Kopatych: Ha! May the bee sting me! The owl looks at her letters Sovunya: so-so...m!a..no.. Losyash: Well, what's there to guess about? You have two wonderful words, opus and liter. Sovunya: Well... I thought that a different combination would give more points. Losyash: No, I've already decided, these two words will give you the maximum number of points. Kopatych: What is an opus? Karych: there is such a word... explained karych: I don’t need any prompting! time passes, and more passes... and more Karych: I skip a turn, change letters Elk: scent and chord Karych: What other chord?! He hit the table. Owl: Oh, what is it? Losyash: Hello! A straight line connecting the ends of an arc! Karych: puts letters, I could also write my own word... Losyash: That's not my word! It's a scientific term, known, ha, to any schoolchild! Karych: Yes, we already know that you are the smartest one here! owl: so...what word should I write here? Karych: Listen! Play yourself! Sovunya: So what? I am a lady after all! Time passes. Losyash looks at his letters. Losyash: groan and pansy Karych:...what other FIZHMA?! Stop making things up! Losyash: but... but of course! What a pancake skirt! Karych: Okay, we have a lady here! She understands skirts better than anyone. Do you know what a pansy is? Sovunya: Ha! Of course! Uh... no... Karych: And you, Kopatych? Kopatych: God forbid... Losyash: It's an old word, they don't use it anymore. karych: ENOUGH! I can also say that uh... Khrshzhts, an old word Losyash: You are ignorant, my friend... a dark, naive ignoramus karych: Stop making things up the moose left Kopatych: What's wrong with you? We played so well! Karych: Who's playing? You? He was the only one playing here! One for all and by himself!