Вышло ноябрьское обновление JAWS 2021

Обзор новых возможностей JAWS, ZoomText и Fusion 2022

Вышло июньское обновление JAWS 2020

Вышло январское обновление JAWS 2021

Объявлено о прекращении поддержки старых версий Windows в JAWS, ZoomText и Fusion, начиная с версии 2022

Вышло июльское обновление ZoomText 2021

Вышло июльское обновление JAWS 2021

Вышло майское обновление JAWS 2021

Вышло майское обновление ZoomText 2021

Вышло апрельское обновление ZoomText 2021

Вышло апрельское обновление JAWS 2021

Декабрьское обновление JAWS 2019

Вышло февральское обновление JAWS 2021

Объявлено о возможности получения бесплатной лицензии JAWS, ZoomText и Fusion до 31 августа 2020 года

The - Toilet

In that moment, Arthur realized something. His sanctuary wasn't just a place to hide; it was a place where life, in all its small and messy forms, continued. The toilet wasn't an escape from the world; it was a microcosm of it. He looked down at his crossword. S-H-E-L-T-E-R.

Arthur was a man of quiet habits and loud anxieties. At thirty-five, his life was a series of checkboxes he struggled to tick: a job in data entry that felt like drowning in numbers, a studio apartment that smelled faintly of old cabbage, and a social circle that had slowly shrunk until it was just him and his reflection. But in the bathroom, with the door locked and the world held at bay by a thin sliver of deadbolt, Arthur was a king. the toilet

One rainy Tuesday, Arthur found himself in the midst of a particularly grueling session. The porcelain was cold against his skin, a sharp contrast to the humid air of the small room. He was deep into a crossword— “A six-letter word for a place of refuge” —when he heard a sound. It wasn't the usual hum of the refrigerator or the distant siren of an ambulance. It was a soft, rhythmic scratching, coming from inside the walls. In that moment, Arthur realized something

Arthur froze. He held his breath, the crossword pencil poised mid-air. The scratching continued, moving from behind the sink toward the base of the toilet. Then, a tiny, whiskers-first face poked out from a gap in the floorboards. It was a mouse, its eyes like black beads, looking up at Arthur with a mixture of curiosity and judgment. He looked down at his crossword

Arthur flushed the toilet, the roar of the water sounding like a triumphant fanfare. He stood up, stretched his cramped legs, and unlocked the door. The world outside was still loud and gray, but as he stepped back into his apartment, he felt a little less like a man drowning and a little more like a king who had just held court.

"Oh, hello," Arthur whispered. He felt a strange kinship with the creature. They were both small, both hiding, both finding solace in the shadows of the plumbing. He reached for a stray cracker crumb on the counter and offered it to his new companion. The mouse took it with a delicate twitch of its paws and retreated back into the darkness.

It started as a necessity—a place for biological relief—but over the years, the toilet had become his sanctuary. He didn’t just use it; he inhabited it. He had a specific routine. First, the ritualistic checking of the lock. Then, the careful arrangement of his "throne accessories": a stack of vintage National Geographics, a crossword puzzle book with only the "Easy" sections completed, and his phone, charged to a precarious twenty percent.

Улучшения и исправления в январском обновлении JAWS 2019

Изменения и улучшения в мартовском обновлении JAWS 2019

Июньское обновление JAWS 2019

Вышло декабрьское обновление JAWS 2020

Представлен ZoomText Fusion, объединяющий экранное увеличение и полноценное чтение экрана