But his trace was cold. He rode out to the field, crept into one ear
and out of the other, became just such a simpleton as before, came
home, tied a rag around his forehead, pretended that his head was
aching, and lay down on the stove.
His brothers returned and said: "Oh, father, there was a hero, such a
hero! At once he broke all twelve windows and kissed the Tsarevna."