Princess Frog Pie

Ivan Tsarevich woke up in the morning, and already there was bread on the table, adorned with various tricks: printed patterns on the sides, on top of the city with outposts.
Ivan Tsarevich was delighted, wrapped the bread in a fly and carried it to his father. And the king at that time accepted bread from his big sons. Their wives put the dough into the oven, as their backyard grandmother told them, and they had only burnt mud. The tsar accepted the bread from the eldest son, looked at it and sent it to the public. Received from the middle son and sent him there. And as Ivan Tsarevich submitted, the Tsar said:
- This is bread, only, on a holiday it is.