کتاب صوتی صد سال تنهایی نوشته گابریل گارسیا مارکز ۲ 

سپاس فراوان از دست اند کاران و راویه عزیز که با حوصله مندی متن را میخوانده است و امیدوارم که پاداشش را بگیرید از اخداوند منان

زنده باد انسانیت 🙏🌹🙏

khanume aghayee nezhad man khastam in ghessaroo ta akhar goosh bedam vali motassefane ye jahayee az ghesse sansur shode va in ghessaro vase mokhatab gongoo sardargom mikone.

ممنون از زحماتتون ولی دلیل این همه سانسور چه ازجانب را وی یا مترجم را نمیفهم.

این همه جاهای مهم کتاب رو سانسور کرده بود . واقعا عجیبه که مردم بدون سازمان ارشاد هم خودشون سانسور میکنن . چطوری به خودت اجازه میدی همچین کتابی رو خراب کنی ؟ من یه جا دیگه دیدم خیلی از مردم میگن ما هیچی از کتاب نفهمیدیم ، حالا فهمیدم چون کتابهای صوتی رو سانسور کردن 😬 . آن شب خوزه تاس بازی کرد و‌از آنجا رفت 😂😂 آخه کسی به خاطر تاس خانوادش رو ول میکنه میره ؟؟ فاتحه خوندی به بهترین رمان دنیا 😬

واقعأ كه پدر آخرين رمان بزرگ جهان را درآوردى مرگ بر سانسورچى. راستى راستى خجلت نميكشيد كه دچار خودسانسورى هستيد بدبختى اينكه فكرميكنيد كار درست و اخلاقى انجام ميدهيد

آیا شروع کتاب از وسط داستان شروع میشه؟

دفعه دوم هست گوش میدم واقعا صدای گوینده زیباست

فقط بیشتر از ۲۰ سطر داستان تا اینجاش سانسور کردی این به این معنی است که اصل کیفیت قصه رو دارین به خاطره خودتون خودخواهی خودتون می دزدین و ارزش و حقیقت گویش نویسنده رو انکار میکنین.

ممنون خسته نباشید این عین عبادت است

خواننده متن، صدای زیبایی داره و خیلی مسلط و خوب میخونه. سپاس بیکران از زحمات همه دست اندر کاران.

چه فایده که حقیقت داستان رو از سر و وسط و کونش میبره و میزنه.

سپاس بیکران با اینکه وقت مطالعه ندارم ولی در حین انجام کارهایم میتونم کتابهای صوتی را که دوست دارم گوش کنم. سپاس بیکران از لطفتان... 🍃🌷🍃

سپاس‌بیکران‌ازگابریل‌گارسیاه‌مارکزرمان‌نویس‌قهاروچیردستی‌بودکه‌داستان‌بدین‌زیبایی‌برای‌علاقمندانش‌برشته‌تحریردراورده‌وبه‌راویی‌داستان‌هم‌خسته‌نباشیدوخداقوت‌میگم‌

قسمتی ازمتن کاملا سانسور شده. حدود دقیقه ۱۹:۳۹ Days later the woman suddenly called him to her house, where she was alone with her mother, and she had him come into the bedroom with the pretext of showing him a deck of cards. Then she touched him with such freedom that he suffered a delusion after the initial shudder, and he felt more fear than pleasure. She asked him to come and see her that night. He agreed. in order to get away, knowing that he was incapable of going. But that night, in his burning bed, he understood that he had to go we her, even if he were not capable. He got dressed by feel, listening in the dark to his brother’s calm breathing, the dry cough of his father in the next room, the asthma of the hens in the courtyard, the buzz of the mosquitoes, the beating of his heart, and the inordinate bustle of a world that he had not noticed until then, and he went out into the sleeping street. With all his heart he wanted the door to be barred and not just closed as she had promised him. But it was open. He pushed it with the tips of his fingers and the hinges yielded with a mournful and articulate moan that left a frozen echo inside of him. From the moment he entered, sideways and trying not to make a noise, he caught the smell. He was still in the hallway, where the woman’s three brothers had their hammocks in positions that he could not see and that he could not determine in the darkness as he felt his way along the hall to push open the bedroom door and get his bearings there so as not to mistake the bed. He found it. He bumped against the ropes of the hammocks, which were lower than he had suspected, and a man who had been snoring until then turned in his sleep and said in a kind of delusion, “It was Wednesday.” When he pushed open the bedroom door, he could not prevent it from scraping against the uneven floor. Suddenly, in the absolute darkness, he understood with a hopeless nostalgia that he was completely disoriented. Sleeping in the narrow room were the mother, another daughter with her husband and two children, and the woman, who may not have been there. He could have guided himself by the smell if the smell had not been all over the house, so devious and at the same time so definite, as it had always been on his skin. He did not move for a long time, wondering in fright how he had ever got to that abyss of abandonment, when a hand with all its fingers extended and feeling about in the darkness touched his face. He was not surprised, for without knowing, he had been expecting it. Then he gave himself over to that hand, and in a terrible state of exhaustion he let himself be led to a shapeless place where his clothes were taken off and he was heaved about like a sack of potatoes and thrown from one side to the other in a bottomless darkness in which his arms were useless, where it no longer smelled of woman but of ammonia, and where he tried to remember her face and found before him the face of Úrsula, confusedly aware that he was doing something that for a very long time he had wanted to do but that he had imagined could really never be done, not knowing what he was doing because he did not know where his feet were or where his head was, or whose feet or whose head, and feeling that he could no longer resist the glacial rumbling of his kidneys and the air of his intestines, and fear, and the bewildered anxiety to flee and at the same time stay forever in that exasperated silence and that fearful solitude.

خوب اجرا کرده اید، و ممنون از به اشتراک گذاری، اما مایه شرم است که بخشهایی از کتاب را با سانسور خوانده اید! هر کجا که کلماتی چون بکارت، آلت و همخوابگی داشته ابدا خوانده نشده. این کاملا خلاف یک کار فرهنگی است.

ناموسا داعش فايل صوتي رو سانسور نميكنه كه شما ميكنيد اين كار رو 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

مرض دارین سانسور میکنین واقعا ک خجالت داره و تاسف

عالی بود حمایت شودین جبران کو تشکررر

درود بر راویی داستان بسیار خوانش عالی دارد سپاس فراوان از زحمات همگیِ شما عزیزان 💜💜💜💜

عالی

خیلی زیاد سانسور شده ممنون

ممنون. خیلی عالی بود

mamnunam ❤

اینهمه سانسور!!!!! ناامید کننده ست....

عالی بود سپاس از شما

خیلی ممنون از زحمتتتون ، قشنگتر بود اگر سانسور نمیکردین 🙏😊

inhame zahmat keshidin va ba sansor shahkaro daghoon kardi

خیلی ممنونم شما عالی هستید