fb2 Manalive - Online indir

XML tabanlı FB2 Rusya'da yaşama başladı. E-kitap koleksiyoncuları arasında, meta verileri indirme dosyasında Manalive saklayabildiği için yaygındır. Ayrıca, diğer biçimlere dönüştürme kolaylığı nedeniyle yaygın olarak bir depolama biçimi olarak kullanılır. FB2, Manalive tarafından Manalive adlı kitabın her bir öğesini tanımlayan ve öncelikle kurguya yönelik XML içerir. FB2 dosyaları Windows, macOS ve Linux için çeşitli e-kitap okuyucuları tarafından görüntülenebilir. FB2 dosya biçimi kitabın görünümü yerine yapısını tanımlar. Bu, diğer biçimlere dönüştürme ve ücretsiz Manalive indirme için kullanışlı hale getirir. Biçim, basit anlamsal işaretleme, meta verileri gömme, Unicode ve yerleşik biçimlendirme ile ayırt edilir. Bu biçim, tüm cihazlarla ve biçimlerle uyumluluk sağlamak üzere tasarlanmıştır. FB2'nin özelliği, fb2'nin donanıma bağlı olmaması ve herhangi bir kağıt boyutuna sahip olmamasıdır, FB2'de herhangi bir yerde hiçbir ölçü birimi belirtilmez - piksel, nokta veya boyut. Manalive G. K. Chesterton .Fb2 dosyasından alınan metnin nasıl görüneceği, bu biçimin görüntüleme programının ayarlarına veya dosyayı başka bir biçime dönüştürürken belirtilen parametrelere bağlıdır. Bu formatın dezavantajı, ders kitapları, referans kitaplar ve bilimsel yayınlar için anlamlılık eksikliğidir (hatta “sanat kitabı” adı bundan söz eder). Biçimdeki metnin karmaşık bir düzeni, numaralı ve madde işaretli listeler ve diğer özel araçlar için destek yoktur. Tanınmış e-kitapların birçoğu FB2'yi yalnızca harici yazılım aracılığıyla destekler; PocketBook ve ABC gibi Sovyet sonrası ülkelerden gelen gelişmeler başlangıçta FB2'yi okuyor.

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