I would also want to count Arbuzov as one of my favorite authors. Ultimately, Arbuzov is somehow never staged, and it's not quite clear how you'd stage him. How would you make, let's say, an evening conversation between four people on a beach, one pair of whom are covertly in love with each other, and the other pair is secretly observing the other?
How do you make the evening beach...and how do you make a beach onstage these days, anyways? Never mind the evening part! Arbuzov becomes banal without some sort of poetical smoke, assuming that the idea even gets across. And that idea itself becomes vulgar. But how do you communicate that smoke in contemporary terms?