"Exactly."
The gentleman put on his boot and his fur coat, and wrapped himself up, and went to the door. He forgot to bow down, and hit his head against the lintel.
The gentleman cursed awhile, and rubbed his head, and seated himself in the carriage, and drove away.
When the gentleman was gone, Semén said:
"He is mighty flinty! You can't kill him with a club. He has knocked out the lintel, but he himself took little harm."
And Matréna said:
"How can he help being smooth, with the life he leads? Even death will not touch such a sledge-hammer!"