When viewing this picture, I recall a poem by Anna Akhmatova:

A night!
In the star blanket
In mourning poppies, with a sleepless owl.
Daughter!
How did we shelter you
Fresh garden ground. /
The pastes are now Dionysian cups
The eyes of love are crying …
It pass over our city
Your terrible sisters.

The author of the picture is Petr Petrovich Belousov (1912-1989).
Summer garden. Statue “Night” .1964