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Создание буквицы с использованием CSS3

7 августа 2015 | Опубликовано в css | Нет комментариев »

Этот урок посвящен дизайну. Мы расскажем, как создать интересные буквицы с помощью CSS3. Вы точно видели подобные большие буквы в книгах сказок для детей. Особенно в старых изданиях. Чтобы создать такой эффект, некоторые вебмастера помещают первые буквы в отдельные элементы и применяют к ним особые стили. Но с помощью CSS3 можно сделать по-другому. Можно воспользоваться псевдоклассом :first-letter (первая буква), чтобы выбрать нужный первый символ. Давайте посмотрим, что можно создать этим способом:

 

 

Вот демонстрация работы и исходный код:

Демонстрация работы – Скачать исходный код

Скачайте пример, и приступим к программированию.

Шаг 1. Код HTML 

Вот базовая структура HTML этой страницы:

index.html

<!DOCTYPE html>
<html lang="en" >
    <head>
        <meta charset="utf-8" />
        <title>CSS3 Drop Caps | Script Tutorials</title>
        <link rel="stylesheet" href="css/layout.css" type="text/css" media="screen">
    </head>
    <body>
        <header>
            <h2>CSS3 Drop Caps</h2>
            <a href="http://www.script-tutorials.com/css3-drop-caps/" class="stuts">Back to original tutorial on <span>Script Tutorials</span></a>
        </header>
        <div class="container">
            <div>The King sat naked. Like a foolish pauper on the street, he sat leaning
            against  a  cold  wall, drawing in his blue, goose-bumped legs. He shivered,
            with his eyes closed, he listened, but everything was quiet.</div>
            <div>He awoke at midnight from a nightmare and immediatelly understood  that
            he  was  finished.  Some  one  weezed and writhed by the door of the bedroom
            suite, he heard footsteps, metalic jingling and  drunken  mummbling  of  His
            Highness,  Uncle  Buht: "Let me through... Let me.. Break it down, hell with
            it..." Wet with icy sweat, he slintly rolled off  his  bed,  ducked  into  a
            secter  closet,  and  loosing  himself  he ran down the underground passage.
            Something sqelched under his bare feet, the startled rats dashed  away,  but
            he  did  not notice anything, just now, sitting next to a wall he remembered
            everything; the darkness, the slippery walls, and the pain from  a  blow  on
            the  head against the shakled door to the temple, and his own unberable high
            yelp.</div>
            <div>They shall not enter here, he thought. No one shall enter here. Only if
            the King  order's  so.  But  the  King  shall  not  order...  He   snickered
            hysterically. Oh no, the King will not order! He carefully un screwed up his
            eyes  and  saw  his  blue, hairless legs with scraped knees. Still alive, he
            thought. I will live, because they shall not enter here.</div>
            <div>Everything in the temple  was  blueish  from  the  cold  light  of  the
            lanterns -- long glowing tubes that were stretched under the ceiling. In the
            center,  God stood on an eminence, big, heavy, with sparkling dead eyes. The
            King continuously and stupidly stared, until God was suddenly screened by  a
            shabby  lay  brother,  still  a  greenhorn. Scraching, with an open mouth he
            gazed at the naked King. The King squinted once again. Scum, he  thought,  a
            lousy  vermine,  catch the mongrel and to the dogs, for them to ravage... He
            reasoned that he did not remember the lout well, but he was  long  gone.  So
            scrawny,   snotty...   That's  all  right,  we'll  remember.  We'll  remeber
            everything, Your Highness, Uncle Buht. During the father's  reighn,  I  dare
            say you sat quietly, drank a bit and kept silent, were afraid to be noticed,
            you knew that King Prostyaga did not forget you ignoble treachery...</div>
            <div>Great  was  the father, the King thought with an accustomed envy. You'd
            be great, if your advisors are God's angels in flesh.  All  know,  all  have
            seen  them:  their  faces  fearful, white, like milk, and their garment were
            such that one could not understand if they were  naked  or  not.  And  their
            arrows  were  fiery,  like  lightning,  they  drove  off the nomads with the
            arrows, and although they casted them overhead, half the horde cripled  from
            fear.  His  Highness,  Uncle  Buht,  wispered  once  upon  a time, drunk and
            burping, that those arrows can be cast by anyone, that  special  slings  are
            needed that the angels have and that would be nice to take from them. And he
            said  then -- he was drunk then, -- that if it is nice to have, why not have
            it, why not... Soon after that table talk one angel fell off the  wall  into
            the  moat,  probably  slipped.  Next  to  him they found one of uncle's body
            guards with a javelin between his shoulder  blades.  It  was  a  dark,  dark
            deed...  It  good  that  the people did not care about the angels, they were
            scary to look at, but it is not clear why is it scary -- angels were  happy,
            cordial  people.  Only  their  eyes  were scary. Small, shiny, and they keep
            racing around... non humanoid eyes, not peaceful. So the people hushed down,
            although father, King Prostyaga gave them such freedom that it  is  shameful
            to  remember...  although,  before  the  Coup, father, they say was a saddle
            maker. For saying so, with my own hands I had torn eyes out, and sewen  ears
            shut.  But  I remember, he used to sit in the evenings by the Crystal Tower,
            and he would cut out leather -- beautiful work. And I would perch myself  at
            his  side, it's warm and comfy... The angels were singing from the rooms, so
            quietly, and in harmony, and father would start  to  accompany  --  he  knew
            their  language  --  it  used to be spacious, nobody around... not like now,
            guards are stuck at every corner, but there is no sense in it...</div>
        </div>
    </body>
</html> 

Шаг 2. Код CSS 

Вот все стили CSS, нужные для достижения этого эффекта:

css/slider.css

*{
    margin:0;
    padding:0;
}
body {
    background-color:#eee;
    color:#fff;
    font:14px/1.3 Arial,sans-serif;
}
header {
    background-color:#212121;
    box-shadow: 0 -1px 2px #111111;
    display:block;
    height:70px;
    position:relative;
    width:100%;
    z-index:100;
}
header h2{
    font-size:22px;
    font-weight:normal;
    left:50%;
    margin-left:-400px;
    padding:22px 0;
    position:absolute;
    width:540px;
}
header a.stuts,a.stuts:visited{
    border:none;
    text-decoration:none;
    color:#fcfcfc;
    font-size:14px;
    left:50%;
    line-height:31px;
    margin:23px 0 0 110px;
    position:absolute;
    top:0;
}
header .stuts span {
    font-size:22px;
    font-weight:bold;
    margin-left:5px;
}
.container {
    border: 1px dotted #000000;
    margin: 0 auto;
    overflow: hidden;
    padding: 20px;
    position: relative;
    text-align: justify;
    width: 75%;
}
@font-face {
    font-family: celticmd;
    src: url("celticmd.ttf") format("truetype");
}
.container div {
    color: #000000;
    font-family: "celticmd",Sans-Serif;
    font-size: 18px;
    line-height: 32px;
    text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2);
}
.container div:first-letter {
    float: left;
    font-size: 80px;
    line-height: 1;
    margin: 15px 5px 0 0;
    text-transform: uppercase;
}

Сначала идет разметка страницы. А вот три последних правила наиболее важные. Мы добавили уникальный шрифт, используя файл celticmd.ttf с помощью правила @font-face. Первая буква каждого абзац выбрана с помощью псевдокласса :first-letter. Ей задан больший размер, верхний регистр, всплывание влево, чтобы она отделилась от абзаца и, наконец, внешние отступы.

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Заключение 

Наш урок завершен. Вы узнали из него о настройках буквиц. Надеемся, Вам понравился этот урок, и он Вам пригодится.

Автор урока Andrew Prikaznov

Перевод — Дежурка

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