The third son. Yezhov K.V.

there was a king. Uh... no, just a merchant is a copper belt. And he had three sons. The first clever was a deed, the average is also not a fool, the third was Ivan at all. But the king had a daughter, Princess, by the way. And he decided to choose her groom, but unsuccessfully. She will break her hand, then leg, and even ribs and all kinds of fingers did not count. But the queen-mother gave the advice of a good man, and they hired a matchmaker, not any of anyone, but, according to rumors, she had no misfires. But she did not work out, in her hearts and called the girl to the tsar-footing, for the jumping of the grooms obscene when beating. And everyone was desperate, but somehow our bride stumbled for the son of merchants. And the clouds of Ivan thickened. The sovereign-father shook and sent an innocent young man to the ends of the world, to fierce Japan. What is Goryushko!

Okay, what's next? And they sent Ivan to exile a long train in a terrible double sang with a separate bathroom and shower. Here they mock the poor fellow, and indeed it is not clear why not on a screw? And by the way, my grandmother was tired and went to bed. You read the book yourself.