I have just finished reading this very book by Anton Chekhov; his 53-page slightly-tragic play titled Uncle Vanya. The 4 acts focussed solely on the intense interplay between the juggling of the terms, rest, work & indolence.
It results in some morbid introspection between ladies, hints at the dullness of routine chores, challenges the misinterpretation of injured emotions and summons up erratic neurotic behavior.
I so enjoyed reading this play in traditional print which felt a little more romantic than broaching it online.