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Some Facts About My Origin

Some Facts About My Origin


My name is Hoohla [hʊhlɑː], not Hoola [hʊlɑː], as you might read in English because I'm from faraway lands.

I was born in the forests of Europe many centuries ago. I was named after my grandmother Hooha, who came from Slavic lands. But in my blood, like most Europeans, there are traces of many cultures, including Celtic, Nordic, German, and others.

In fact, the population of forest spirits, from which she comes, were called "Huha".
Huhas arrange their small burrow-houses between the roots of forest trees. In winter, like animals, Huhas hibernates and sleeps until spring. As soon as the winter snows fall, these forest spirits wake up in spring. During this period in the woods, you can hear knocks, squeaks, purrs - it means that the Huhas leave their "dens", "winter houses" and begin to feel free to live without any troubles.

Huhas can change the color of their fur depending on where they are. If they are among the grass, their fur turns green, and among the autumn leaves, sand, or old pine, yellow, among the spring hawthorn bushes, pink, near the heather, purple, in the snow, white, and in the water, transparent.

Huhas rarely communicate with people, but they become invisible to people when they do. And only people with a good heart and a bright soul can see them, people who never offend anyone. Although some people think that Huhas are vindictive and evil spirits that can harm a person, it is not true, there are many stories that these spirits often help travelers who get lost in the woods to find the right path.

Huhas from generation to generation live in the same places. They move when something destroys their dear homeland.
"And it happens very, very hard, and they cry bitterly. However, most people do not understand that cry. They think that the wind is moaning, or the trees in the woods are creaking, or mice are squeaking in the field. Because people very rarely notice and understand other people's tears" ... (Vasyl Koroliv-Staryi "Huha Mohovynka")

My cousin Mavka says that Huhas, who mostly lives in forests, is in great danger today.