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XML tabanlı FB2 Rusya'da yaşama başladı. E-kitap koleksiyoncuları arasında, meta verileri indirme dosyasında Margaret Ogilvy: Original Text saklayabildiği için yaygındır. Ayrıca, diğer biçimlere dönüştürme kolaylığı nedeniyle yaygın olarak bir depolama biçimi olarak kullanılır. FB2, Margaret Ogilvy: Original Text tarafından Margaret Ogilvy: Original Text 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 Margaret Ogilvy: Original Text 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. Margaret Ogilvy: Original Text J. M. Barrie .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.

On the day I was born we bought six hair-bottomed chairs, and in our little house it was an event, the first great victory in a woman’s long campaign; how they had been laboured for, the pound-note and the thirty threepenny-bits they cost, what anxiety there was about the purchase, the show they made in possession of the west room, my father’s unnatural coolness when he brought them in (but his face was white)—I so often heard the tale afterwards, and shared as boy and man in so many similar triumphs, that the coming of the chairs seems to be something I remember, as if I had jumped out of bed on that first day, and run ben to see how they looked. I am sure my mother’s feet were ettling to be ben long before they could be trusted, and that the moment after she was left alone with me she was discovered barefooted in the west room, doctoring a scar (which she had been the first to detect) on one of the chairs, or sitting on them regally, or withdrawing and re-opening the door suddenly to take the six by surprise. And then, I think, a shawl was flung over her (it is strange to me to think it was not I who ran after her with the shawl), and she was escorted sternly back to bed and reminded that she had promised not to budge, to which her reply was probably that she had been gone but an instant, and the implication that therefore she had not been gone at all. Thus was one little bit of her revealed to me at once: I wonder if I took note of it. Neighbours came in to see the boy and the chairs. I wonder if she deceived me when she affected to think that there were others like us, or whether I saw through her from the first, she was so easily seen through. When she seemed to agree with them that it would be impossible to give me a college education, was I so easily taken in, or did I know already what ambitions burned behind that dear face? when they spoke of the chairs as the goal quickly reached, was I such a newcomer that her timid lips must say ‘They are but a beginning’ before I heard the words? And when we were left together, did I laugh at the great things that were in her mind, or had she to whisper them to me first, and then did I put my arm round her and tell her that I would help? Thus it was for such a long time: it is strange to me to feel that it was not so from the beginning. It is all guess-work for six years, and she whom I see in them is the woman who came suddenly into view when they were at an end.