Glowing with pride, the eldest son marched down the aisle with his bride-a tall, beautiful maiden with creamy skin and silky hair. Not long after the ceremony, the czar called his three sons together once more. Have each of your wives sew me a shirt by tomorrow morning. Whoever has married the best seamstress will become the next czar. That night, Ivan did not have an appetite for dinner.
Morning is wiser than evening.
Sighing, Ivan crawled into bed. Meanwhile, the frog wife jumped outside to the garden. Under the light of the moon, she peeled off her frog skin, and became a princess as dazzling as the sun. Sew me a shirt, the likes of which the czar has never seen. In the morning, Ivan woke to find a glittering cloth beside his bed.