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Автор: Marie Colvin
Издательство: HarperCollins
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and defiance in the battered city – 16 July 2006

      Birth, death and destruction on Lebanon’s road to hell – 30 July 2006

      Gaza’s deadly guardians – 30 September 2007

      IRAN

      Iran split as fun-hungry young spurn rigged poll – 15 February 2004

      Despair and fear among the Tehran dancing classes – 26 June 2005

      EGYPT

      Mubarak lights a democratic flame – 4 September 2005

      KOSOVO

      How one careless phone call ended Radovan Karadzic’s liberty – 27 July 2008

      PART THREE

      MIDDLE EAST

      Bloodied Gaza set for the endgame – 11 January 2009

      Beyond the violence, a solution is on the table – 11 January 2009

      Netanyahu stokes fears to take poll lead – 8 February 2009

      Israel’s secret war – 15 January 2012

      IRAQ

      War-weary Iraqi voters catch election fever despite attacks – 6 March 2010

      US departure from Iraq opens the door for Al-Qaeda – 22 August 2010

      Terror returns to stricken Fallujah – 29 August 2010

      Battered Kurds attempt to cling on to city of oil – 5 September 2010

      AFGHANISTAN

      Corrupt, untrained, underpaid, illiterate – 6 December 2009

      Hamid Karzai fails Taliban who gave up arms – 31 January 2010

      Swift and bloody – 9 May 2010

      Afghans find pride in hunt for Taliban – 4 July 2010

      IRAN

      Anger at Mahmoud Ahmadinejad’s election – 14 June 2009

      Clashes show depth of fury – 21 June 2009

      EGYPT

      Flames and fighting flood along the Nile – 30 January 2011

      Raging mob bays for Mubarak’s head – 30 January 2011

      I ran for my life from a crazed, cursing mob – 6 February 2011

      Egypt’s bloody road to reform – 6 February 2011

      The kids triumph with Facebook and flyers – 13 February 2011

      Feral mobs and fanatics rule Terror Square – 27 November 2011

      LIBYA

      ‘I’ll still be running Libya when my foes have retired,’ insists Gadaffi – 6 March 2011

      Siege falters as loyalists defect to side of rebel ‘rats’ – 15 May 2011

      ‘We had our orders: rape all the sisters’ – 22 May 2011

      Professor leads adopted sons into battle – 29 May 2011

      Mad Dog and me – 28 August 2011

      Killing rooms plot bloody retreat of troops loyal to Tyrant Jr – 4 September 2011

      Toxic tyrant’s chemical cavern – 11 September 2011

      Desert storm flushes Gadaffi from oasis of dictator chic – 25 September 2011

      Brutal retribution – 23 October 2011

      Libya keeps silence over vampire dictator’s grave – 30 October 2011

      SYRIA

      ‘Bombs fell like rain. You could only pray’ – 5 February 2012

      A vet is only hope for Syrian wounded – 19 February 2012

      Final dispatch from Homs, the battered city – 19 February 2012

      MARIE COLVIN: THE LAST ASSIGNMENT

      by Jon Swain – 26 February 2012

      ‘REPORTS OF MY SURVIVAL MAY BE EXAGGERATED’

      by Alan Jenkins

       Footnotes

      Tributes

      About the Publisher

      FOREWORD

      To me, a world without Marie is unimaginable. I am just now beginning to experience this shadow of a place, and for the first time there is no Marie to give me comfort or guide me through. Marie had so many friends and colleagues who loved her so deeply, and countless admirers who were awed by her courage as a journalist. While I mourn together with those who loved her and take enormous pride in Marie’s accomplishments, my tribute is to my big sister and lost soulmate.

      I try to force thoughts of her broken body out of my mind with memories of our time together – the wild adventures and late-night talks, her offbeat advice and unique view of the world. Most of all, I try to recapture the love with which she so totally and constantly enveloped me for as long as I can remember. She was my greatest admirer, my unwavering ally, my fiercest defender. To have someone as brilliant and amazing as Marie offer such love, support and admiration to me is a gift I will always treasure and desperately miss.

      Marie was always my hero and to her I was perfection. She claimed me as her own when I was just a toddler, and in her eyes, I could do no wrong. She opened a big, beautiful world to me, full of laughter, excitement and adventure. My earliest memories of Marie are the bedtime stories she used to tell me, like ‘postage stamp kisses’ – my favourite. Marie would lie in my bed and tell me about some faraway place, with vivid descriptions of the sprawling cities, dusty